My planeride into London was relatively free of turbulence (turbulence feels similar to being on an amusement ride to me- horrifying) and I got to sit beside a cool lady in her late 70s who said she painted “ladies of the night” and had to change the title of her work in order to do a show at a church. I gave her husband my chicken and she gave me her vegetables. Customs were decent, as I rushed to the front and the customs guard seemed satisfied with my answers.
Currently, I am sitting in the very modern looking lobby of a hostel in Dublin, Ireland. In the middle of the night, two of my hostel mates (who I hadn’t met yet) literally crashed into the room and it sounded like they were trying to have the beginnings of sex with slapping and crashing into luggage involved. And they turned on the lights and talked loudly, as if me and the other gal in the room didn’t exist. You know me, a slap here and there is all fine and dandy if the mood is right, but in a hostel while I’m as sober as a nun? Those guys were definitely not as sober as nuns. So I yelled at them and they ignored me, and I totally heard blowjob sounds, but luckily it didn’t go on for long. Then I couldn’t stop coughing, so I read a magazine. But then their phones started going off and there was snoring, and I just couldn’t pretend I was ever going to sleep again, so I came down here and ate a croissant with cheese (disgusting, by the way. That much cheese doesn’t belong in a croissant, but I was starving) and oddly (for me, at least), an orange pop.
The ride from London to Dublin was crazy turbulent and I felt like crying, but seeing the flight attendant smiling and laughing when I asked if that was normal calmed me (plus he had nice eyes, probably). If I was going to crash in an airplane, he could hold my hand. I was extremely happy to arrive in Ireland, as it’s somewhere I’ve never been. My first night, I people watched at some pubs, and walked until I was exhausted. A few people told me to smile. I guess I must look downright miserable when I’m only a bit bored.
An Irish guy asked if I had a boyfriend and when I half-lied and told him I am married, he told me he is too and that we should be swingers and kissed me on the cheek. How sweet?
Anyway, Ireland is impressive. Tomorrow I will ride the train Cork. I’m excited about the train ride, as trains are my favorite method of travel.
Ok, I will try to get a few hours of sleep after all.