20.05.2010 - 21.05.2010 20 °C
It's Friday afternoon. I've just enjoyed a day of some severe people watching. Uyen and I walked around what I'm assuming are the more unknown parts of Dublin...because we didn't recognize anything from our tour. It was quite nice though, and afterwards we veged out in a local park and sat in the sun. Very relaxing.
Last night was a different story though. Thursday. Apparently one of the local universities just finished up with exams, so many students were out celebrating the occasion. A few of us headed over to Dame Lane. It was more of a local scene with some underground pubs and live music and local bands. We had some drinks and walked around for a bit and decided to make our way back to Temple Bar (which is an entire area of town full of night life options). We ended up at a club entitled the Purty Kitchen. Not to be confused with the Purity Kitchen, which I thought upon first reading the sign. The club was four levels of music and booze, with better prices than we'd seen anywhere else. The dancing was phenominal, and the club dwellers were friendly. A little too friendly perhaps.
We made some friends with the some boys from Northern Ireland. Their accents are slightly different, and mixed in with the usual effects of alcohol, practically a different language. I had absolutely no idea what half the things that came out of this guy's mouth were, but I just smiled and nodded for most of the night.
At one point a guy named Mark asked me what I studied back in the states. I answered that I study mechanical and aerospace engineering. He laughed and told me not to jest, "No, what do you really study," he asked? Apparently girls don't do engineering in Ireland.
We managed to make our way home. We live directly adjacent to a large white bridge that looks like a harp. There is no other way to describe it. Well, I wanted to make sure we were headed in the right direction, so I asked a security guard which way the harp bridge was. He looked at me incredously and apparently had no idea what I was talking about. It was all I had to hold back, "Well, let's think about this. The large white bridge. That looks.Like.A.Harp." I'm not kidding, there is no other way to describe the thing, but the locals had no idea what the hell we were talking about. But alas, we made it back.
Dublin is a farely safe town. It gets dark late and the crime late is the lowest in Europe. Or so we've been informed. Apparently the only problems they have are with drugs, and those folks are so strung out they're harmless. I say this so my friends reading this stop cringing at the fact we lolligag along the streets of Dublin at night. Everyone is out. Police everywhere. Nightlife is huge, and walking is in.
Tonight we eat at some local Chinese place. Weird, right? But it's supposed to be phenominal, so I will conform to the wishes of the group. We need to be up around 5 tomorrow to head out to Wales, so I'm thinking tonight will be farely low key.
Last night my good friend Alli from school back home asked me to please be safe. She doesn't quite approve with all of my holiday choices:P But I informed her, as I will inform everyone else, that I don't have enough money to get properly drunk. So don't worry. Good choices only
With that, I must bid you adieu.