“It’s like a crash course in miscellany”

I am in time for my flight, and am now relaxing in the lounge.

This place is swanky, let me tell you.

It’s about time to get back on the drinking train. They have so many nice free drinks here…

I wonder how many drinks it will take before watching Alvin And The Chipmunks: The Squeakquel sounds like a good idea.

Actually, that’s a pretty unfair test.
Watching Alvin And The Chipmunks: The Squeakquel already sounds like a pretty good idea.

Also Bacon Sandwiches are amazing.
Amazing!

As I write this, I am super drunk.

I have a wake-up call scheduled for 2 hours, and a car coming to take me to the airport in 3.

If I go to sleep now, I will probably miss them both.

The plan I have come up with involves staying awake and attempting to sober up enough that they’ll let me check in my bags and acquire a boarding pass, and which point I will continue to drink to maintain my buzz.

Once I am on the plane, I will pass out and wake up refreshed on the other side.

My entire life has been preparation for this moment.
I can DO THIS!

For acting totally irresponsible. It’s gonna be fun.

and amazingly I dont think anything broke on the way here.
I have no idea how that happened!

But there were problems at checkin.
Problems that I resolved.

Now I’m hungry. And not drunk enough.

what it would be like to play super mario bros. with different characters?

Well today is your lucky day.

So I sit down in my seat, getting ready to rock some “Dark Knight” action and the dude comes up to me and says “hey, here’s a sandwich” and so now I have a sandwich. And then he leaves and comes back and is like “do you want, like, a beer or anything?” Why yes! I would like a beer! Thank you Virgin Trains.

Also it appears Chase has finally decided to but a lock on my card.
It only took 28 days of spending money in the UK and Ireland for them to be like, “Hey! Cut that out!”
Luckily I found out before I got on the train, I should be able to have it sorted by the time I arrive.
Niiiiiice.

Woke up at 6am, traveling until 6pm.
Gonna be a long day.

Already 8:30. Gotta be in bed soon and I’m barely finished packing. I have no idea how I managed to fit this all in my bags. Carrying this crap tomorrow is going to suck balls. Not looking forward to that.

Exhausted.

Tomorrow is my last day in Dublin, and the weather is just starting to turn bad.
I guess I had a pretty good run.

I’m pretty exhausted right now though.
I have to leave Ireland at 8 in the morning, and my clothes are at a laundry service today.
So tomorrow is going to involve packing everything and trying to get to bed early.

I think I managed to do all my souvenir shopping now, so that should be ok, but I have no idea how I’m going to pack all this crap.
It just looks like it’s going to be impossible.

Either way, I need to rest now, I’m beat.

Is going to pubs and surpising people by knowing all the words to their Irish songs. Thanks Dropkick Murphys.