We had to be at the crack of dawn to make our flight to Dublin. We took the bus, the overground train, a plane, another bus and the tram to make it to the hotel.
At the airport Kendra met her perfect man. His name was pronounced Owen but spelled in gallic and meaning "well endowed" (good for her). Our plane was late because they couldn't turn off the engine. Then our pilot was named Llyod Christmas and our first mate was Harry Dunne as they announced over head (from dumb and dumber). After landing, we made our way to the hotel. We checked in, freshened up, and grabbed lunch. Then it was off the Guinness Storehouse.
We checked in and took the self guided tour to learn everything about how to make Guinness. We also got a ticket for a pint. Now was decision time. Did we use our coupons to learn to pour the prefect pint or to enjoy a pint in the sky bar where there is an awesome 360 view of the city. Kendra and I decided to choose to learn how to pour the pint, whereas jared choose the skybar. I included a picture out the window of the city and my certificate for the perfect pint.
After the storehouse, we headed back to the hotel to shower and get ready for dinner. A nap may have happened in there too. We headed to the Brazenhead which claims to be the oldest pub in all of Ireland. For dinner I ordered the bangers and mash, an authentic Irish dinner.
We moved into the bar area and waited for the live band to come on. The bartender was Gary (I love all bartenders named Gary). Then an older Irish man came up and I asked him about Arthur's Day, which had happened the day before. He told us all about the Irish and how much they love Americans. Then Sean (I call him Connery), told me I was a leprechaun. After that I told Gary about how I learned how to pour the prefect pint that day and got my very own certificate and everything. Turns out the Brazenhead had their own certificates too!! So guess who poured another perfect pint, that's right, this girl. We ventured outside to listen to the band. Heard a couple of songs and they told Kendra and I to come on stage and sing and dance with them. We didn't know the song at all! I caught on towards the end and attempted to help out (it was not very good). From there we set off for another bar that was still open.
We walked through Temple Bar area and then over Dame street. We came across Dame tavern and decided that was the winner. We sat outside to people watch and drink our beers. Nile (like the river, as he informed me) came out to clean and I asked him how much he'd sell me a pint glass for. He gave it to me for free!
While we were sitting there a random Irish man decided to start talking to us. He told Kendra, Jared and I that we were all beautiful people and it was our responsibility to populate because, and I quote, "us Irish are one ugly motherf**king race of people, we need people like you guys to help out". He said a lot more, but well leave it at that.
We jumped into the Mercedes cab that was waiting outside for us. Eddie, our cab driver, was one of the funniest people I've every met. He was bluntly honest and maybe slightly biased to some people over others but it was one of my best taxis ever.
We made it home and went to sleep. Full day of touristy stuff the following day.
(Unfortunately I have to wait until I have wifi again to post this).
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