Ireland; wait, really

We got to Ireland in the late morning flying into Dublin. We got
directly on a bus and headed out for Galway, where we were staying
that night. We got in in the afternoon and got settled in, notably
exhausted from the crazy day of tours the day before and the 8 hours
of travel. We posted up in the lounge and took a lot of advantage of
the hostels free coffee machine. When we finally got out of there it
was dinner time so we walked around saw a couple sights and tried for
more food. We got a recommendation, but it ended up being more
expensive than we wanted. The pound had kicked our asses the days
before. Some locals spotted us very desperate and let us in on their
favorite place, the cellar.

We got there, and were met by Jesse. Quite possibly the nicest person
any of us have ever met. She told us things to do, and recommended
some great beers and food. Plus she was hilarious. I'm jelaous of
people in the UK Becuase they can be completely crude but it's okay
Becuase they have a cute accent and everyone does it. Unfair. Our
dinner went on for almost three hours; turns out you can take the
students out of Italy, but you can't take the Italy out of the
students.

After we went places Jesse and "Patrick" at the hostel told us to go.
We stated at a huge pub whose name I can't remember, I'll check my
bank statement (eeek) and get back to you. It was big, full of Irish
people and had a love band that people were up jiggin to. It was quite
the scene. Then in walks the one and only Anne Bottaro. She happened
to be in town with her family and clearly we had to meet up. It was
great to see her, and to celebrate may day with her; plus she bought
me a Guiness, all things coming up Luke.

To end the night we all went to "the silent disco". It sounded crazy
but ended up being 5 of the best euro I've spent in the last few
months. Everyone got headphones and no music was played traditionally,
there were two DJ's you could select from the  headphones and at least
one was amazing at one time. Wha essentially happened was a rediculous
dance party where everyone was SCREAMING singing along and no one
could hear, but we were dancing together. In other words it was the
best time ever. On the way home we stopped in to SuperMac's; of course
in Ireland I had my first fast food on my trip. Something in my head
said "Taco Fries, those sound amazing" so I got them. Sure, they were
amazing, but holy hell was I embarrassed to be seen with those, woops.
When in Ireland.

The next day we woke up and waited for our tour bus to pick us up for
a trip out to the Cliffs of Mhore. We thought it was a straight shot,
but it ended up being an all day, 10 stop tour of a lot of western
Ireland. Our tour guide Paul was hilarious, always the first to crack
a joke. At lunch, the girls were all shamelessly flirting with the
bartender, and Paul saw. Betsy was in love, and left her number. Paul
called her OUT, he knew Shawn, he was 19, and Paul made sure the
entire bus knew what happened. It was hilarious.

The cliffs were beautiful, something I didn't really expect, and I
can't really put into words. It was a view like none other and again
it was all natural. We made our way back to Galway, and then got
directly on a bus to Dublin where we were staying that evening.

We got in around 9:30 and checked in to our hostel and headed out. We
walked past temple bar, used thier ATM and moved on. We spent a few
hours in a pub talking about how much fun our trips together were, and
how sad we were to go. Betsy, Will and I were heading back to Venice
the next day. Will and I spotted a club below the bar we had been in
and had to go check it out. We said goodnight to the girls after
trying to convince them to come to no avail. We went in and tore stuff
up for a little while, dancing like idiots and making random friends
who were pretty impressed with my knowledge of 2004-2007 rap music. Up
at 4:30am to head to the airport, agh, traveling.