In case you couldn't have already guessed it based on previous blogs, there is academic work to be done and I have very little drive to do it. To conclude Birthday week, the kids and I partook in the International Students Society trip to Northern Ireland. The trip fell on Maire's birthday and considering her condition and lack of participation on Shannon Day, I decided it was only proper that I return the favor. In addition to Maire's birthday, February 25th was also the day our science essay was do. Science essay? Is that a fkckaosfhing joke? It was not. However, the content of my essay was. As per usual, I procrastinated and only finished at 6:39am (we were supposed to leave at 6:30). I also still had to pack. My timely friends/jerks decided they were going to put an end to tolerating my habitual tardiness and left without me. This became a re-occuring theme of the weekend.
The bus to the black sheep turf of Ireland was rather uneventful. We were all tired as shit. Anyone who likes to nap in a moving vehicle knows, the window is the ideal place for such activities. Unfortunately, Emmet stole Maire from me and I was stuck sitting on the bus with Kevin who will UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES surrender the window seat. However, he was down to snuggle. Somehow, despite my aisle seat, Kev's boney shoulder, and the long bumpy bus ride, the exhaustion overcame all obstacles and we managed to pass out. Little did everyone on the bus know that these long, peaceful moments, when all of us were sleeping like angels, would be the last enjoyable moments for them on the PaddyWagon Destination: Belfast.
4 Hours Later:
"Goood Morning eveeeeryone. Is eveerryy bodyyy haaapppayy? Welcome to Belfast." This voice coming over the loud speaker belonged to our PaddyWagon drive. Seany. Not Sean. Pronounced: Shawnay. You would think he was having a competition with himself to sound out every vowel as long as he could. But what a sweet baby angel. If I was given 5 minutes of magical powers I would have utilized them to turn him into a pocket size leprechaun forever in my pocket.
This was a big day for me in other ways as well. Tonight in Belfast would be my first experience in a hostel. Yes, I have seen the movie. We crammed into the greeting area and began to be divided up into rooms. The eight of us found ourselves in a 24 person room. I literally had to walk sideways through the aisles of bunk beds. I figured at least this way if I was going to get kidnapped and sold away to be tortured until death, I have some form of strength-in-numbers. Then I realized that a large portion of the group I was surrounded by (Kelsey, Lydia, Christine, Jen etc) would not only be useless in a life or death situation, but also slow me down. Moreover, be the cause for people wanting to murder us. Within an hour of arrival I am confident everyone outside our eight in that hostel room had just such thoughts.
The fear of my potential upcoming kidnapping/torture/murder had to be put on the backburner as I was reminded of my true mission that night - return the Birthday Disaster favor to Maire. I GOT OUT DONE ON MY 21ST BIRTHDAY. No way would I let her win this one. I decided vodka was the best route. While the Spanish group next to us enjoyed a home-cooked group meal, we turned into this:
Before we could leave the hostel, we felt the need to disturb the 16 other people in our room. Kevin's shoes were lost and we had to find them. Please note the faces of all the innocent bystanders safe in their beds:
This still wasn't enough for Kelsey who decided to pick the most random argument ever with another temporary roommate. Finally, we headed out into Belfast. Kelsey left her ability to walk at the hostel.
Aside from falling down, it wouldn't be a night with Princess Peach unless someone, or something was told to "S*** the D***" that she eludes to having. Belfast in general was tonight's victim. I soon realized, stealing the disaster award on Maire's birthday was a team effort - a team where Kelsey and Kevin were co-captains. This is the part in the night where the blog looses detail, for obvious reasons. We made our way to a club so I could meet Meeghan, Viana's friend from school. I think she also got the memo of the required state of mind for that evening. Within an unknown amount of time, Kevin was approached by a bouncer regarding his "apple juice" bottle. Always the gentleman, he escorted himself out. This is where I got lost. As per usual. I think it's a birthday thing. I felt like I was back in NYC for Herb's B-Day 2010. Since I had Meeghan, my inability to locate anyone I came with, or was supposed to leave with, was not a top-priority concern. When 2:30 came, reality kicked in. I knew I had to be up at 8am and foresaw missing the bus by accepting Meeghan's offer to sleep over. Then I had to accept the truth that I had no idea how to get back. Perfect opportunity to combine my two favorite late night activities of walking around aimlessly and exploring. Challenge accepted universe. After wandering Northern Ireland for a solid amount of time and cursing the name of all my friends, an angel was sent to me in the form of a very nice Irish girl around 25. All I recall of this saint was that she was wearing flats. Anyone kosher enough to wear flats out on a Friday night was considered wholesome in my book. "Sweety, are you lost?" I gave her the name of my hostel and she took flagged a cab. Two blocks! Despite the fact that if there was ever to be a situation where my Hostel (the movie) nightmare came true it was them, I was so proud of myself for almost finding my way back I didn't even factor the threat of the circumstances in. My bunk-buddy Kevin was safe in bed with his pants on so we "could not rape him" which apparently was a major concern of his. Clearly the 6:1 girl to guy ratio had effected his psychi more than we thought.
7am: Samantha woke up made at everyone, even though it was completely her fault I got lost. This unnecessary anger lasted until she had breakfast, and I got off the bus. Kevin approached me in the kitchen and promised he would not leave me anywhere again. I waited for Team Espana to toast 100 pieces of bread, until I finally got mine and went back to find that they left me AGAIN. My magnetic draw to Shaaawnayyy led me to the bus where I chose not to sit with said jerks. Thank god I did not. Next came Part 2 of being Internationally hated on the PaddyWagon.
Instead of "on a dude" Kelsey ralphed on the PaddyWagon. Yup. No shot we were making any friends this trip.
The next night we went to Derry where President Emmet finagled us into being a part of the fortunate 12 that were taken out of the overbooked hostel and placed in a B&B. As if the hostel, the bus rides, and undeserved accommodations weren't enough, Emmet lead us away from the group to our luxurious B&B with a departing "Happy Queing!" comment.
Dinner was rather uneventful as we all decided, or rather our livers decided, our night would be better spent watching the British "Take me Out." This show was a close second favorite of mine after
My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding." Thirty desperate women partake in the show as contestants until they find a date. If you ask me, this is a way more considerate way to help such lonely singles find love, they stay until they do. It's like one of those Play until Prize claw games at the arcade. Even better the greatest characters I have seen on any American show were regulars on Take Me Out. We were lucky enough to encounter Zsa Zsa
I really have no words to explain this woman. If you took a Paris Hilton drag-queen, who had a sex change to be a woman, at age 50, with botox, all over, and the voice of Wendy Williams on a helium balloon...you would have Zsa Zsa.
Somehow we made it home without being left behind or murdered. All in all, successful family vacation.
Since this event took over a month to blog, the best details of the weekend are probably lost in my memory. I apologize for the B Team level effort on this one. I still have a lot to catch up on so upon completion of a group brainstorm session, the next blog should be more relevant and eventful.