after flying in, i spent a little while walking around town.
the river liffey.
if one looks closely, the decorative work on this building details the process of soap-making.
christchurch cathedral:
some other church:
the next morning (well, early afternoon), i headed straight to the guinness storehouse. remarkably, i only had to wait in line for about three minutes.
views from the top, where you will drink the best pint of your life:
guinness... proof of god's existence?
notice the lack of semantic hair-splitting in this country.
i love rose windows. or whatever it is they're called.
outside st. patrick's:
inside st. patrick's:
around dublin castle:
multicoloured buildings!
st. stephen's green:
the gin palace. i had to take a picture of this. see, my american friends here in aix gave me the nickname of "gin princess," as a result of (a) me liking to drink a few gin and tonics at the beginning of a night out and (b) my using a queen elizabeth shotglass (that came with our apartment, actually) to measure said gin and tonics. [sadly, the shotglass was drunkenly broken by one of sarah-anne's friends during our apartment's party era.]
thursday, the last of my nights in dublin, my friend jocelyn (whom i've known since eighth grade) came down from belfast (where she studies abroad) for some fun. the night began with cheap screw-top shiraz from spar... and jocelyn's phone falling in a hostel toilet.
oh, no!
remembering the lessons we learned after our mutual friend jordan soaked his phone (he jumped in a pool with all his clothes on), we tried to find a bowl of rice (the rice soaks up the water, you see). sadly, the best we could do was find the hostel's only operational hand dryer. [i was not pleased with this hostel, if you couldn't tell.] this enabled the phone to work for about another twenty-four hours.
then we went out. jocelyn, being a lover of gin much like myself, suggested we go to the gin palace. we split after seeing the crowd of thrity-somethings lounging inside, and after going to the bathroom, where i took this picture:
after our disappointment with the gin palace, we headed to the george, dublin's premier gay bar. after pretending to be a couple and forking over a few euros, we were in, good to dance and drink jameson's on the rocks.
i also learned of the benefits of going to a gay bar: very few creepy hetero dudes to get hit on by. very many cool gay dudes who tell you how well dressed you are and can sing along to spice girls songs. and the ladies, well, i must radiate straight vibes or something, because none of them were interested.
shiny pink shoes, from h&m.
jocelyn took a lot of great pictures that night, but it seems that her camera got lost (perhaps after some guy at the george was joking around about keeping it... but we could have sworn she got it back). this is a bummer. she comes to hang out with me in dublin, ruins her phone, and loses her camera. we both had a good time, though!
after about two hours of sleep, i rolled out of my hostel bed, still a bit drunk, said goodbye to jocelyn, and ran to catch the bus to the airport. next stop: venice.
