Me and Pat wake up and check out of our hostel. It was ok... nothing special. We start walking Dublin and decide we should go check out some other cities cause our Eurail passes are now active. I talked to my buddy Shane (Protect the Innocent) and his girlfriend Carly who I knew spent a lot of time in Ireland the a while ago. They recommended Grey Stones but we decided to go down to Bray, a small beach community. It was fucking rad, a much needed break from the city.
So far everywhere we are staying is in a major city. Me and Pat just hung out on the beach for a couple hours skipping rocks and throwing rocks. After that we went to some small Chinese fish-n-chip place where Pat got like a whole fried fish and these catholic school boys (like 14) came in and air humped at these two girls, who showed up, everytime they turned their backs. Then we headed back to Dublin to go over to my uncle's extended stay hotel, he is here for some business and put me and Pat up for the night. On the bus ride over there was this crazy little fucker with shit all over his face climbing over all the seats, hanging on the railings, and doing moonsaults that even Sabu would admire. We got to my uncle's really quickl
y and he was still at work but had left us a key at the reception. Anyway the rest of the night consisted of Sally, Montel, and this station called Scuzz which intially drew us in with a Deftones music video for Back to School, and Linkin Park's first video I forget the name (the one with the breakdown.) But Scuzz quickly turned to on us with music videos from Boxcar Racer and Evanscene. Oh there was this trance station that was only trance music videos including one involving some dude, two girls, and two dildos. After getting some food at the mall across the street we went to sleep cause we have to wake up at 4:30 for our flight.Jun 12,2009
Today went from worst to worstest. Starting at 4:30AM me and Pat catch a cab to the airport where we were met with a two hour delay on the ground, including a little fucking kid literally on his back with his feet up on my chair kicking it for at least on and a half of those hours, and this handicap kid having crazy out burst across from us (whom Pat asked "Is that kid retarded or just a super bitch") and like four babies crying in the back of the plane, oh and the chairs for Ryanair don't recline. Next a one hour flight through wicked turbulance. Custom in France went quicker then baggage claim, but once we were through baggage claim we relieved we weren't in Paris at all we were in fucking Bo vice (I think the real spelling is like beauvouis or some fucked up shit) any way our next step was a 13€ bus ride into paris with a hour wait until the bus came. Once on the bus I crashed for the hour and a half ride. But once we were in Paris we remembered we had no idea where the fuck we were going, we forgot to print out our hostel reservation. Another hour and a half of walking... finally found the hostel which was so classy and wicked close to the tower. Then to get some food me and Pat saw this pizza/kebab place (which are everywhere in Europe) but when I asked if they had falafel the dude got so pissed and just walked back into the back muttering shit in french, nice guy. Well Pat just hit up a crepe cart (which are on every block in Paris) but for me another hour walk to McDeaths to get some fries. FUCK THAT. Finally we got back to our room I went to some small internet and way fucking expensive cafe across from the hotel where the guy spoke like 4 languages to me and while I was on the internet was playing the Star Wars cantina theme on sax.
Anyway that is all I can recall for now being 1AM on the 14th please excuse any typing errors you'll understand when I post yesterday's (13th) adventure.
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