Roisin Dubh

Ugh...it's so late--well, really it's very early in the morning. I went to a pub, the Roisin Dubh, with Alice and Courtney, and we finally finally finally got back.

It started okay--we got there in time to catch the last few songs from the band, then we went upstairs so they could get drinks. While we were sitting there, some random Irishman who looks like Bruce the shark from Finding Nemo came over to sit with us for a while. He started to tell us a story about some 6 foot tall baby Irishman whose son was the size of two bulls, then lapsed into an argument about how Hercules' real parents were Sean and Maeve, the Irish couple, then continued on about how he used to play rugby and how America sucks/is amazing simultaneously.

After that, Alice's friend from Art Club, John, came over, who is from Donnegal (it's the most northern county, and has a very distinctive accent). He's a talker, and gets sidetracked by tangents every ten seconds, so we didn't leave the pub until 2:35 a.m. That was also partly because his parents own a pub, so he said that we were allowed to stay that extra half hour after it officially closed.

Other than that, today was pretty uneventful. Alice and I planned a trip to Belfast for the weekend, so we're going to find a bus to get us there tomorrow and we've got a hostel booked for two nights and a tour around the Belfast area for Saturday. We don't know if Courtney is going yet, but I'll find out eventually after I sleep in tomorrow (getting up early sounds like a horrible idea at this point in time).

I'm sorry for the short post again, but you've got to understand how tired I am! I'll be sure to bring back lots of stories from the weekend, although I may not be able to post for the next few days.

Good night.