Have you ever smelled a blend of too-sweet flowers and crappy beer? No? I have a point to this, I promise.
Last night we headed out for the second time with Darcy to meet up with her Irish frisbee friends. I like them–they seem like a good group. After some time hanging out in one of the teammates’ house, we headed to Roisin Dubh (pronounced: R-oh-shin Dove). This is the pub where the silent disco takes place, but since that’s only on Tuesdays it was a completely regular pub last night. It was weird not seeing people bopping along to the music wearing headphones. There was still some good music so we all hit the dance floor. Part of what I like about going out here is that guys actually dance, even when they are not dancing particularly with one girl. They just aren’t afraid to bust a move on their own. We had a lot of fun, but as the night got later and later Sara and I were ready to head home. Cue going back to the spot next to the stairs where we strategically hid our jackets when we got there. Anddd mine was soaked. I didn’t even know what it was at first–there was no way I was wearing it home no matter what. I would have frozen. So carrying my jacket almost at arm’s length, I followed Sara outside to find a cab to take us home. We both laid out our jackets carefully on the banister before we went to bed. Cue waking up this morning and opening the door to the hallway. Oh my–it reeked of beer. Do a sniff check. Yep, yep that’s pretty much just my jacket there. Great. I can’t wear this to class. People will think I’m an alcoholic. So I did what any student who is putting off laundry does–grabbed the Febreeze and started spraying (more like dousing). It was the best solution I had at the moment. At least I still had my coat that was clean and it wasn’t raining during any of my walks today! (God smiled on me.) I let my jacket lay out like that just about all day and only now did a second round sniff-check. Floral beer. How nice. It will have to do!
We are headed to Cork bright and early tomorrow morning, with an 8:30 AM bus ride. I am packed and ready to go. The floral beer jacket will be worn all weekend–I really have no choice. “Why Mary did you just take a shower in beer then roll through a field of wild flowers?” Yes, yes I did. Thank you for noticing. You’re very kind.
See you on Sunday with a full update of our quick trip to Cork!
Cheers for now ♣