Even fast food in Dublin is expensive. There’s no such thing as a value menu or a dollar menu (or european equivalent thereof). I ate Burger King for lunch yesterday (yes, for god’s sake, I’m eating American food here; don’t judge, it’s still the cheapest way to eat!) I had stopped into the General Post Office, which is a gorgeous Romanesque building, because I mailed a post card to my sisters, and the BK was right next door. It cost 7 euros (around ten dollars) for a whopper junior, small coke, and chili cheese bites.

Let me tell you about said chili cheese bites. They were heaven, all cheesy and spicy, I hadn’t eaten spicy food since I left the states, so it was decadent. I had walked all the way from St Michan’s church to O Connell St which is about eight city blocks (anyone seeing a theme? O Connell st is the main road that runs through Dublin, I’ve been there each damn day, lol) so I was really thirsty. I sucked down my Coke like there was no tomorrow, like popeye with his spinach, I felt my energy grow and the sugary caffeine went straight to my sore calf muscles. It’s like liquid drugs. The Irish don’t understand the insatiable need for ice in soft drinks, so each time I get one, it’s only got four ice cubes in it. That sucks.

While passing thirty minutes before meeting David, I had a drink in that little Kate’s Cottage place I mentioned in my other post. The entire time there was a drunk Irishman trying to engage me in conversation and invading my personal space. The bartender, bless her heart, kept jumping in and talking to me, trying to put her back to him and get him to go away. He was so drunk I could barely understand what he was saying! The drunken slur on top of the Irish brogue is completely nonsensical. You think you know, but until you actually hear it, you have no idea.

Once i met up with David, we did even more damn walking and ended up at St Stephen’s Green, which is a beautiful paradise park in the middle of the city. it was cold and raining on and off, so we didn’t stay very long, but I did happen to get some great pictures in the periods of bright sunshine. I also saw seagulls in real life for the very first time! Yep, sea gulls in the park, lol.

We walked through the grounds of Trinity College, which is a beautiful campus. The grass there is a brilliant green, you almost need sunglasses to look directly at it in the sunshine. It probably stays this way due to the numerous hanging signs telling people to stay the hell off the grass. The only thing either of us really wanted to see was the great hall in the Trinity Old Library (after we took some pictures of various things around the campus). We paid 9 euros each to get in, and as beautiful as the great hall is (especially to an avid book lover such as myself) you aren’t allowed to take pictures! I thought that was such bullshit. It’s an amazing room, full of old historical texts; Rhiannon told me this morning she learned on her tour that the Trinity Old Library has a right to any book published in the entire world. if they ask for it, they get it, no questions asked. I’m pissed I couldn’t take a picture of it, though I think David managed to sneak one, so I’ll get a copy of his. Of course, like good marketing morons, they dump you out into the gift ship where you can purchase lovely post cards of the great hall! Shitheads.

We also walked to Merrion Square, which is where all the Georgian homes are situated. It’s made out to be more fantastic than it really is. I wasn’t all that impressed. Some of the doors were brightly colored and a couple homes had beautiful creeping ivy, but all in all, it’s definitely not what people say it is. I guess once you’ve seen the splendor of Old Louisville, nothing else does it for you.

We ate dinner in the Temple Bar district, at a ‘traditional irish restaurant’ which was slightly expensive but delicious. We had a beer (I had a Guinness of course, David the weirdo drank a Heineken because he’s a crazy Dutch guy, lol) in the actual Temple Bar. I had wanted a t-shirt that said Dublin on it, but I didn’t want to just buy a green one that said ‘dublin’ in big letters. We hit up the Temple Bar store and I found a cheap little blue shirt that said Temple Bar Dublin Ireland, with the 1800 date that Temple Bar was founded. I figured it had meaning, as I’ve now been in and drank in Temple Bar.

The Irish woman singing at Temple Bar was amazing. She sounded almost exactly like Janis Joplin (though David didn’t agree with me). She did a mixture of Irish music, American country music, and some various older American songs, and I was just basking in her voice.

Something I kept forgetting to tell you guys is about the Exit signs here in Ireland. They’re green (what else is new) and they have a white picture of a door, with a white arrow pointing to where the door is, and then a little white man similar to our ‘walk’ signal back home. The difference in the little man, is that he’s positioned in such a way that it looks like he’s in a dead, full on sprint towards the exit door. Maybe he’s running because the building is burning down around him? You just never know.

It’s ten o clock Saturday morning, I’m off to Kilmainham Gaol!