So, I went to Ireland. A country that has long been on top of my places to visit.
Triple A, Kath, Carlita, M and I enjoyed a 6-night taster trip around the Emerald Isle that included all the usual sights complemented by a lot of beer, whiskey and chips—the french fry kind, not the crunchy bagged ones.
Where do I start… Day 3!
Kath’s last day with us, we woke up in our 5-star, 3-bedroom villa at Adare Manor and Golf Resort (beeeeaauuutiful!!) hungover due to a late one the night before at the local pub where Carlita successfully commandeered the stereo and annoyed the local old men with techno music. Our good night included Jameson shots, requests by the local old men to dance on the bar (“We don’t get a lot of that around here.” We didn’t.) and Facebook friending the bartender… as you do.
Once we got our arses going, day 3 began at the most western coast where we took in the mesmerizing view of the Cliffs of Moher, continued on to Shannon airport to drop off Kath (tear), then to one of the many “oldest pubs in Ireland” that we were due to experience—Durty Nelly’s in Bunratty, hahaha!—and on to, get this, Dublin, allll the way on the east side of the country.
Having covered so much ground in one day, we thought we deserved a few bevvies, so we headed around the corner to Temple Bar to enjoy a night in the life of a Irish student. Oh boy.
Temple Bar TradFest was going on so we hit up a brewery/bar with live music, met some very keen teenage guys who, with some effort, we managed to shake off, and got ourselves into some pop/dance music club admission-free. We fought off the plastered under 21-year-olds and danced until the day’s events caught up with us.
W e had two nights in Dublin, so after a looong day of sight-seeing, and tasting Guinness, we popped into the corner pub for a night cap and a game of cards. Little did we know, the place was hosting a local traditional Irish folk (?) group—old Irish guys complete with a banjo, guitar and harmonic—who brought in a kicking crowd, which oddly enough included a lot of older Irish women in sequins. Oh, and they sang Johhny Cash to their “American friends” sitting up front.
By the end of the night we were all buzzing watching the girls step dancing in stilettos and couple spin around the room. And Carlita got her wish to go dancing when an elderly gentleman took her for a spin around the dance floor. She loved it! All in all, a successful visit to Dublin!
Oh and we also saw St Partrick’s Cathedral… you know that guy we all get hammered in honor for every March?