so how's the night life?!

i've been out and about in the great city of dublin three times since we got here, which might seem tame, but we've been getting our lives together, and being hungover is not conducive to productivity. we're trying to mix it up and go to different bars, clubs, pubs, so i'll just break it down night by night.

night 1.
our first stop was the quay (pronounced key, not kay. don't be a doofus like me). it's in the temple bar area, which is basically like george street on meth. it was absolutely packed and there's not a big coat check culture over here apparently. so you're dressed for winter, and you're damn sure gonna wish it was summer the second you stand in a packed bar with nowhere to put your coat. but life goes on. we go to the bar to get our first official drinks in ireland. meg knows what she wants, she's been here and she drinks beer and cider. i get a vodka cran, like i do at home, because i'm not trying to reinvent the wheel. except over here mix is not included in the price of the drink, so you get charged the 4-5 dollars for the booze, anddd 3.50 for the juice. this lesson was learned after viewing the receipt after the second vodka cran, and quite possibly my last vodka cran until i return to newfoundland (probably with a beer gut). also, the bartender told me he loved me. after the quay we went to...another place, which is slipping my memory at this current time. not because i was black out drunk or anything, but because it was a week ago and i'm senile (update...it was the storehouse and it was my favourite bar we've been to so far. a few more of my brain cylinders kicked in this evening!). we ended night one off at dicey's, which is like dusk, except with weirder music. then supermacs, nom nom nom.

night 2.
we had our first house guests this weekend, they brought vodka as a present. we will probably insist this of all future house guests. we had to check out our "local", so we did. it's called cusacks and they have cash-prize bingo every friday night, and lots of old, irish men drinking pint. here's where a picture would be a nice supplement...i don't have one because taking pictures is hard. then we went to sweeney's, which i don't remember much of at all because having house guests made me nervous and i drank too much and forgot life.

night 3.
last night we decided to go out at 10 o'clock. the old drink/get ready at the same time routine. luckily, our apartment is small enough that music played in the kitchen is heard everywhere. so we've got a good system going. we headed to whelan's. 10 dollar (euro, i just can't bring myself to talk in euros yet, sounds pretentious) cover, not my favourite, 3 dollar beers, thumbs up! also, this is the bar from PS i love you when gerard butler sings "galway girl" to hilary swank. i got creeped on by an extremely drunk, extremely handle-bar-mustache-having dude for the majority of our stay, while his friends tried to explain to us that he was harmless and even they couldn't understand him when he was drunk. it's nice to know that internationally guys are basically all the same. some are nice, some are creepy, some walk by and kiss your hand and carry on, some grab your ass on the dance floor. and the dance floor was packed. people dance much more violently in ireland. i'm sure i have bruises. night 3 also ended with supermacs, because chicken nuggets are delicious and i don't need to defend myself to you!!!!

beers and more beers!

that's about it so far for our bar experiences. there's a lot of them, so it might take a while to write reviews, but it's what i'm here for right? oh...and to find gainful employment, i guess!

peace out! xo