Ireland Redux

Happy belated St. Pat's loyal reader. In the spirit of that holiday I'm posting a video that one of the girls (Jessi) from my tour of Ireland made. Gives a sense of all the stuff we saw except the giant cock in Killarney. Luckily, she didn't record me doing karaoke in Annscaul (I told them to just put my name in and they made me do I'm Just a Girl).

Intrenational Bloggery

Greetings loyal reader. Dtro joins you today from Dublin, the first stop on a 10 day jaunt around Ireland. Some quick thoughts:

• It rains a lot here. Fuck that shit
• Irish bars at home pretty much have the look right for pubs. They all look the same, with black paint and gold lettering, or something like that.
• I'm too cheap to buy a bus pass and am tired from walking.
• A pack of cigarettes cost 7.45 fucking euros. To put that in perspective: that is about $612.
• In general, shit is pretty expensive and I am pretty broke.
• Guinness is a little thicker and sweeter. Superior to the stuff in America, but not by so much that people from here should look on us with disdain.
• William Butler Yeats looks like my grandfather.
• According to my sister: men with Irish accents sound gay.

That's all for now. Maybe I'll post some more thoughts later in the week.