Tim Finn

This weekend Kat and I went to Cork and the Blarney Castle and had one of our usual adventures. She and I cannot go anywhere without encountering some form of trouble (usually good) or bizarre occurances. The night before we went to our friend's place for a wine and cheese party which turned out to be a lot of fun, but we were out late and had to get up at 7am. Before we knew the alarm clocks were going off and we had to head over to Eyre Square to catch an 8:05 bus. Of course I was running late - but you try getting ready in the pitch dark with a roomate making noises signafying she's clearly annoyed at you. But we made it after hauling butt down there and got on just in time.

The ride was 4 hours and we experienced every weather pattern known to mankind. It started out gloomy, then sunny, then a hurricane, then sun on one side of the bus, rain on the other, fog, clear blue skies, hail, sleet, etc. I was actually awake for most of the trip because Southern Ireland is so gorgeous to look at, but when I did sleep and wake up - it was a new form of weather. It made the journey feel like days. By the time we reached Cork we'd picked up a bunch of obnoxious guys singing in Spanish and making donkey noises - over and over. I had to work to suppress my inner Mom from telling them to shut it.

Cork is a really cute town - we explored for a bit. I got a sandwich - no mustard because apparently they don't do condiments in this country. We hopped on a bus to Blarney at around 1:30 and off we went. Luckily most of the day was lovely weather. KitKat was really excited to see a castle, and I'm proud of her for leading the way to the top because she's very claustraphobic and those stairs get tinnyy. We kissed the stone - because either of us really needed the gift of gab - and headed back down. We checked out the wishing stairs and the rock close - so so gorgeous and bumped into someone from NUI Galway there oddly enough. We then headed back to Cork, found a hostel for the night and hit the town.

Here's a note to Cork: you are Ireland, not Manhattan. Stick to green grass, rainbows, and leprachauns. It was raining raining and girls were in super high heeled pumps and boots, short short skirts, tube tobs, dresses etc - basically vegas showgirls in person. We got rejected from a club because I was in boots and Kat was wearing wellies. We pretty much laughed at the doorman. We found a local pub which was pretty fun because of course, we met some characters. A guy and I both made a move for a stool, and I beat him so we started talking and his friend swings around and says "Is that an American accent you got there?" That's a signal that this is going to be interesting and fun.
So we chatted with the guys who were probably 34 and Tim Finn - the drunk one in love with our accents asked me to say "Something American, like - 'oh my god!'" So I did, and I didn't disappoint. Tim fell in love - hard - with Kat and begged her to kiss him. He also offered me two-thousand dollars to strip for his friend's stag party in Galway sometime in the next 4 weeks. I don't know if it's just the accent - but he wasn't creepy. The poor dear was just drunk and hilarious. His friend was mortified. So his lads left but he stayed and bought me a beer - a pear cider - kopper something. It was de-licious. He left eventually we he got the point that Kat was not going to kiss him, and I started to get kinda mean because I was no longer amused, he had worn out his welcome. We were going to stay at the pub - called The Bodhrain, but some 47 year old men started hitting on Kat mostly, so we had to go. Sorry Dads, 21 year olds don't like when you hit on their friends. We walked around for a bit, but it was cold and rainy and Cork is a bit too wanna-be posh for my tastes. So we headed back to the hostel, talked to our Spanish roomates for a bit, and hit the hay. I slept with my purse in my bed and my phone under my pillow - I wasn't taking any chances even though the hostel seemed nice enough.

So then we were up at 7am to head back to Galway. Ireland is dead every morning until at least 10am. We were walking the streets at 8am - you would've thought it was 5:30 for how quiet everything was. Even on a weekday I never see life until 9amish. So people better not ever refer to American's as lazy in my presence because we work all day!! NYC is hopping before the sun is up!

Alright it's time for a kip! Cheers!