Dublin, Day 2--Part 2
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ceebeegee~~The Evening!~~
So as I trudged back to the hostel, I decided to stop by the Tesco (local gorcery chain) to get something to eat in my room, and maybe some British Candy for my Mom (we luuuuurve English and Scottish and Irish food--they do candy especially well). In the store I ran into someone who said hi--she was a Dutch girl staying at the same hostel, very sweet. We chatted a bit and I said "hey, I was thinking of going to a pub that has traditional music, do you want to come along?" She said sure so after napping and showering (OMG, the hostel had TEPID showers--TEPID, y'all. Other than that it was perfect--safe, spotless, friendly, but I honestly don't know if I could ever stay there again, it had TEPIDTEPIDTEPID showers. NOT HOT. *Shiverrrrrrrrrrr*) we met around 10 and ventured out, finding a place just a few blocks away called the Celtic.
This place was a straight up BLAST. Right out of central casting, a Dublin pub complete with traditional music, dancing, enthusiastic natives drinking Guinness and lots of posters on the walls.
We immediately got drinks and sat down, me with camera well in hand. Note the shamrock in the head of my Guinness!
LOTS of cute men there, all of whom were super-nice and non-skanky. We got talked to quite a bit. I was called a "good girrrrl" by a few guys who seemed to find me nice. One was named Colum (I remember at one point Colum telling us, in his lovely accent, how attractive he found blondes ("they'rrre hot!"). I can't remember the name of the other younger guy who talked to me (began with an A?)--he was a musician though. The guy in the picture below was named Frank.
If you look closely at this picture, just under the white arching-to-the-right part, you will see on the uppermost partitition on the far side of the bar....a picture of John F. Kennedy. THAT'S how classical Irish this place is! LOVE. IT.
So as I trudged back to the hostel, I decided to stop by the Tesco (local gorcery chain) to get something to eat in my room, and maybe some British Candy for my Mom (we luuuuurve English and Scottish and Irish food--they do candy especially well). In the store I ran into someone who said hi--she was a Dutch girl staying at the same hostel, very sweet. We chatted a bit and I said "hey, I was thinking of going to a pub that has traditional music, do you want to come along?" She said sure so after napping and showering (OMG, the hostel had TEPID showers--TEPID, y'all. Other than that it was perfect--safe, spotless, friendly, but I honestly don't know if I could ever stay there again, it had TEPIDTEPIDTEPID showers. NOT HOT. *Shiverrrrrrrrrrr*) we met around 10 and ventured out, finding a place just a few blocks away called the Celtic.
This place was a straight up BLAST. Right out of central casting, a Dublin pub complete with traditional music, dancing, enthusiastic natives drinking Guinness and lots of posters on the walls.
We immediately got drinks and sat down, me with camera well in hand. Note the shamrock in the head of my Guinness!
LOTS of cute men there, all of whom were super-nice and non-skanky. We got talked to quite a bit. I was called a "good girrrrl" by a few guys who seemed to find me nice. One was named Colum (I remember at one point Colum telling us, in his lovely accent, how attractive he found blondes ("they'rrre hot!"). I can't remember the name of the other younger guy who talked to me (began with an A?)--he was a musician though. The guy in the picture below was named Frank.
If you look closely at this picture, just under the white arching-to-the-right part, you will see on the uppermost partitition on the far side of the bar....a picture of John F. Kennedy. THAT'S how classical Irish this place is! LOVE. IT.
