The City of Naps

Yesterday I woke up around noon, walked around for a while then took a nap.
The day before yesterday I walked around for a while, and then took a nap.
The day before the day before yesterday I walked around for a while and then took a nap.

Pattern, anyone?

Other than Dublin being the city of naps, it is also the city of cool syphillis free Canadian kids! We hung out with our new backpacker friends Jordan and Darah. It was really nice. We were just shooting the shit for a while, then we went to the ever classy "Booze-2-Go" store, then played cards in the commons until bed. They were pretty funny kids.

Things we talked about at length:
-decapitation
-syphillis
-our pets
-travel coverage
-how Jordan wasn't going to take it out
-how Jordan has no bum
-how none of us knew card games
-nutella
-breakdancing while beatboxing
-how all lame street performers need a girl on spoons to back them up
-syphillis
-decapitation

Awesome night. We woke up this morning really early to eat breakfast and to send them off. I can't remember where they were off to... Limerick maybe? Anyway, we're going to be doing this lame tourist bus tour thing today (on a double decker!) because neither of us are feeling up to walking around all day. My alcohol is sort of catching up to me now (also maybe the sausages from breakfast) so I'm not feeling so hot.

I'm excited to go to Dundalk Wednesday morning and just completely chill out. Maybe I'll become all zen and I won't even talk. I'll just do one of those silent retreat things. No I won't. Although I have always wanted to do one of those things.