Boojum-y in my Tummy

Hold on. *heave* Still catching my breath from the 7-mile bike tour I went on yesterday.


In actuality, it was awesome and not too strenuous. My friend Benjy is a bike tourguide in Boston, so he really worked hard to make sure we could find a bike tour in Dublin. There were nine of us that wanted to go. Other reasons for not going were most likely to sleep in, so I'm proud of myself for getting up and making the most of my trip.

I was that one girl that made everyone line up for a picture. You know what, though? I don't mind being annoying as long as I can look back and have the picture saved as a memory. It's worth being irritating to everyone for 4 seconds of their life. They'll thank me later. They always do.

So we finally begin our tour, and for some reason I could not restart pedaling for the life of me after one of the stoplights turned green. I tried so hard I made a struggling noise. An old lady on the sidewalk next to me laughed. Sorry I haven't been on a real bike (not ones at the gym) since like high school. Little did I know, however, that my bike was on the highest gear. When I figured that out and fixed it to the easiest gear, it was smooth sailing. Too bad it was after a rigorous part of our journey... FML.


I sort of fangirled over our tourguide, Brian. He not only told us to bunch up like grapes; he called my girlfriends and I beautiful grapes. Never have I been so speechless after a compliment. I hope I'm a red grape. Anywho, he also pointed out the best nachos and burritos in Dublin. He's a man after my heart I tell ya. OMG how can I forget! He also told us of a good tart place: Queen of Tarts. YUMMO. Oh and at one point he mentioned Chicago, Illinois. I almost fell off my bike. He looked at me because I was causing a commotion (too much state pride). "That's where I'm from!" I said. He didn't seem too enthused. Oh well. Still proud.

He brought us around to a ton of places my friends and I had wanted to find in Dublin such as Dublin castle. And we went through a touristy area called Temple Bar. He said it was so hipsterfied that people drink coffee out of bell peppers. I cried. Soon we passed a famous club that a drag queen owns called "Panty Bliss". Not going there, but it looked lovely.

I got some great chalkboard photos in front of famous places like St. Patrick's Cathedral. Oh and this picture is a gem:

If you can't read it, it says Amy where I'm pointing, and it also says sexy. 100% accurate. This cute wall was in an alleyway called Love Lane. So adorable.

We passed another interestingly named place, well, actually it was a building called Tube in a Cube. It really looked like a tube in a cube. See picture- featuring my friend Benjy because he wouldn't get out of the damn way.












It wouldn't be a Dublin bike tour without taking a rest stop at a pub. This is not real life. I didn't get a drink, but I schmoozed and used their wifi to look up where the burrito place was that Brian mentioned. All of my friends and I had our hearts and stomachs set on those burritos.

We finally ended our tour near the River Liffey. There is a huge bridge that looks like a harp. And guess what?! They've actually made music from it. I'm sure it sounded a bit like a whale, but regardless, it has been done. Go Dublin!

We all said farewell and thanks to Brian, my love. But, it was now burrito time. The place was a little tricky to find, but when we got there, it was as if my life would never be the same.

Boojum. No idea what the name means. But to me, it means the best burrito I have ever eaten in my entire life, at a student rate of only $5.75 (in euros). I even tried their guac. Unreal. And I don't mess with guac because I don't like the texture or taste. Boojum addict over here.


All my friends and I agreed that we won at life after a successful bike ride and obtaining boojum food babies. I napped happy yesterday.

peace.love.meep
-amyjoy