Bar and stuff

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Breakfast here=amazing and huge. I have had three pots of tea today. How wonderful is that?
We first visited St. Doulagh's church, where people have been worshipping since 600 AD. My favorite part was that in the tiny, stony, cramped stairwell to the bell tower was a hole that was purely meant for the purpose of murdering Vikings that would try to invade. It was called the "murder hole." I thought it was very properly named.
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We then went to Hoth, a fishing village. It was beautiful. We started out in a little coffee shop. I ordered some chamomille tea and some fabulous chocolate cake/cheesecake/mousse stuff. We chatted loudly and laughed like American, surely to the chagrin of many others. Dr. Hanks, Ke'leigh, Dalton, Jacqueline, Ben, Maddie, Caleb, and I went walking up to the cliffs to look out over the sea. On the way, I spotted some hidden stone stairs and hopped across the mud to scamper up them. They quickly turned and they turned out to go up quite aways. We all walked up to the top, and saw that they led to someone's backyard. I forget that everything looks old in Ireland because it is all old, and it's probably still in use.
I felt so wonderful with the nice air and the slight rain. It sprinkled my face and I was just another person traveling up to the top in order to feel like some small insignificant thing, not just another tourist. We could see the Eye, if that's what it's called. Sailboats moved threw the water like those magnetic boats that you play with in the doctor's office. You know, the ones you control with a magnet underneath and you feel like a wizard using it?
Anyways, it was beautiful. I will put up pictures as soon as I buy a three-pronged adapater/converter. When we got back to the bus, three preteens with golf clubs asked us if they could get on the bus. One red-headed kid offered Caleb a prize.

Kid: "I will give you a euro if you carry me onto the bus. A whole euro!"
Caleb: "Oh, I would, but I'm old, and I don't want to throw out my back."
Kid: "Oh, you do have nice posture."

As we drove off, they played like they were darting in front of the bus and getting ran over. The red-headed kid full on sprinted along the side of the bus for about 200yards until we got up to full speed. Part of my heart goes out to that kid.


I went to Temple Bar tonight again, but this time, I actually stood up and watched the band. It was fantastic. They sang Irish reels mixed in with popular songs that everyone could sing to, so the hardcore and softcore tourists could both find something to love. I took one or two sips of Guiness beer and made a much more complicated and horrendous face than I normally make with strawberries. But now, I can say that I drank Guiness in an Irish pub. It just sounds cool to say.
The lobby here constantly plays orchestral arrangements of Beatles. Currently, it is playing "I want to hold your hand." I guess it's for you, Daniel.
Anyways, everyone at the bar watching the band was fascinating. Directly in front of us were four women who were obviously on their girls' night out. I think I saw two of them kissing, but that might just be a girls' night out thing. I know I don't do that on girls' night out, but hey. One girl had obviously dyed platinum blonde hair that stood out, and she made the most faces. At the very front, 3 Indian guys stared at the band with the hugest grins on their faces. It was adorable. They left halfway through, and the girls-night-outers quickly screamed and claimed the spot. One of them threw their bra at the main singer. He grabbed it, and promptly put it on his head and said he was a pilot. He said, and I quote (since I immediately put in my journal while standing up in the middle of the pub), "I've got one of your bras, I'll do the rest later." Oh, harty-har-har. One of my favorite quotes ever.
One older lady looked fairly classier than the rest. She carried a wine with one hand, and with the other, she daintily scratched the edge of her nose with her immaculately manicured fingernails. Her hair reminded me of Julie Andrews. Her friends quickly found her, and she spoke with them as if she were a dutchess socializing at the latest coronation or something really fancy and noble.
One sixtiesish lady behind me had a big coat on and looked a bit touristy, but after a few beers, the coat came off to reveal a garishly orange big scarf. She immediately started dancing wildly and jerkily to the music with a huge smile emanating from her wrinkled face.
We talked to two girls from William and Mary behind us. American study abroad students are every, apparently. They asked us where good clubs were, and we were absolutely clueless except for this club/party thing we got invited to that was Balkan themed.
To the right of the tiny stage was a window where we could easily see passerby. 6 girls with lamb umbrellas stopped to peek in and take pictures. Many hung out for a while. It was well-lit outside, so we could see them better than they see us. I felt like I was watching the best HDTV ever on a huge screen and backlighting where random people just walked across the screen.
Three guys talked to me. One asked if I liked the music, where I was from, and how long I was staying. After I said Texas and leaving tomorrow (well, I'm really leaving Sunday, but for the purposes of bar guys, I'm leaving tomorrow), he quickly pulled back. I saw him and his friend leave walking across the creepy window soon after, no girls in tow.
The second said he loved my hat. I am wearing my pink crocheted hat I got at Common Grounds.
The third asked if I was bathroom girl. The stairwell to the toilets was uber-cool and green, so I took some pictures. I know, touristy, but I'm really soaking the toursity side up. I guess my pink hat makes me noticeable.
Don't worry, none of them were cute or creepy. I think they were just curious Irish dudes. But I was safe and I stayed with my friend Ke'leigh the whole time. Maybe I smile too much....