Woooooo, go me. I did laundry in Ireland. Wasn't as difficult as I thought. I prepared myself (my mom prepared me) with tide pods and dryer sheets galore. Only issue I had was creating the correct change for the machines. My friends were very helpful with lending 20 cents here and there. And guess what?! The machines actually dried my clothes. Unlike Northeastern's drying machines. But hey, who doesn't like laying all their damp clothes around their room to dry?
One weird thing happened, though. My friends and I pressed the same method to dry, and my machine said 45 minutes as theirs said 75 minutes. I have stopped asking questions when life throws these curveballs.
After laundry, we went to a football game! And by that I mean soccer. We went to a soccer game. It was our school (UCD) against Liverpool-where we go next week! How exciting!!!! UCD lost, but it's okay...they had cute players. My friends and I called one of them Ed Sheeran because he was the token ginger. I spent more time in line for ice cream and commentating on the players than watching the game. It's called "footie" in England. Just another fun fact handed over to me by Ricky. Oh Ricky. The common consensus from my friends is to marry him. It's not the right timing, I'm afraid, to drop everything and move to England- where he lives. Maybe in a few years...
Anywho, the girls who I've become close with on this trip decided to go to a Korean place for dinner. I was very experimental and actually tried something besides fried rice. It was called Japchae or something. Then I got my fave thing: mochi. It was raspberry flavored. I thought it would come with like four mochi balls, but it only came with one, cut in half. Sad times.
That night we had a really unique experience on the bus ride home. All of a sudden the bus turned off at a random stop. The bus driver comes upstairs (it's double decker, and we always sit on top because we think we're cool), and he looks at us and then goes to the back of the bus and yells at this guy who we hadn't noticed was there. He was sleeping. The bus driver yelled at the man to wake up and pay attention to when he was getting off. Then he asked us on the way back which one of us was that guy's girlfriend. And whoever she was better keep him in line. We died. Later on we turn around, and the man is sleeping yet again. Finally he wakes up and stumbles toward the stairs. He stops right by where we were sitting and tried to say something. He was drunk. Great. After a while he made his way downstairs and went on with life. But hey, good for him for being able to get home at 9 on a Sunday, plastered.
Then for some reason we decided to go out on a Monday (the next night), to the same club place as last week: Dicey's. It was more outrageous than on Friday. Mostly because there were discounts on food and drinks. This one girl got her ID taken away because she was 17. The legal drinking age here is 18. Like girl, you should be at home sleeping. When I was seventeen, I didn't know what alcohol was.. Woof.
When I got to one point in the line *yes there was a line on a Monday*, this bouncer asked why I was so smiley. I thought about it and literally told him I didn't know. Life is good. He rolled his eyes. Sorry dude, but I'm telling the truth. Whenever someone mentions my big smile, I think about my big Haley (from my sorority). I miss her and her huge smile so much!
Anyway, back to the scene. I met a guy who begged me to check out his mixtape. I kid you not. He wanted me to download soundcloud (similar to spotify) and check out his song "Gettin in the zone". I did the next day, and my friends and I were unimpressed. Too much autotune. Safe to say his mixtape wasn't fire.
Besides that I was really happy because they played my song Cheerleader again, and they played Red Hot Chili Peppers! Not your average club song. I ain't complaining though. Love me some RHCP.
However, I'm going to go on a tangent and complain about one thing. My salad that I keep getting for lunch at this on-campus eatery legitimately has 3 pieces of lettuce. Please sir, can I have some more? All I consume during my salad eating is the chicken, croutons, cheese, and bacon. I do not know why they put bacon on Caesar salad. Again, no questions asked when in Ireland.
Besides my lack of greens in the salad, at least Ireland is so green and gorgeous to look at. See, I'm looking at it. And I seem to be enjoying myself right?
I leave you with my favorite (most basic) quote from the past few days:
"If I went to jail, I'd ask them to put a filter on my mugshot"
Retweet if you cried.
peace.love.meep
-amyjoy
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