Temple Bar.

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Temple Bar.

We were going to do this backpackers pubcrawl thing yesterday, but then we didn't get our shit together in time so we thought we would just go it alone. We walked down to Temple Bar around 8:30 and the places were already completely packed. Luckily we're really close to the area (about 10 minutes sober, 20 minutes drunken) so the walk there and back in the rain was okay. We bought some sandwiches and ate them on the way.

When we got there we looked around for awhile and then stepped into the Red Temple Bar. I'm not sure if that's actually what it's called, but it was the only red bar so that's what I'm calling it. We bought a drink and walked around it, but it was super packed and hot so we thought we would pub hop somewhere else. We found this smaller, out of the way place called "Thin Lizzie's". We bought more drinks and sat around for a while. I began to think that the night was going to suck. Being Canadian wasn't as novel as we had first thought. Anyway, we got bored of waiting for our song to play on the jukebox so we left the place. We had just made it out onto the street and were about to walk away when we heard this guy say to us, "Are you's girls indie chicks or what?" And that is how the night of crazy began.

There were two guys: Rory and Tommy. We pretty much stayed around with them the whole night. Tommy was completely adorable and I totally would have tapped that. I'm pretty sure he would have tapped me too. Anyway, we all got fairly trashed and then their friend James came. James and I didn't hit it off, but Aimee and James did. I'm pretty sure he didn't like me, but that's okay because Tommy was whispering about books in my ear. No jokes. When he became intoxicated he whispered in my ear, "I really want to say something interesting. Do you read?! I love (insert book names here, I don't remember because I was pretty wasted)."

We decided to go bar hopping to this other club that Tommy knew and he got cold so I lent him my scarf. But then he was all, "I'm going to steal your scarf because it's awesome!" And I really didn't want him to steal my new Paris scarf/really wanted to walk close to him, so I held onto the scarf and we walked to the next club. When we made it to the next pub there was a twenty euro cover charge that I didn't want to pay, so we went outside and hung around for a bit. It was getting pretty late and I wanted to go home, but didn't. We ended up going home from there. We got kisses from the boys and then were on our drunken walk home. Best street kiss ever. Even if it was just on the cheek. Seriously. Also, things were whispered in my ears that I will go into greater detail about when I get home. Let's just say I had options about where to go home to that night. Also there was a lot of drunken apologies. About what I don't know. Drunken apologies, you know how it is.

I pretty much walked home perfectly content. I think we might go back to the same bar tonight for awhile. See if they're kicking around or what. Who knows?

Also, I have a really funny story! When we were walking to the next pub and I was holding onto my scarf around the neck of my Irish love he commented on how gay he looked. There was this guy totally checking him out and so I said, "Tommy, that guy is totally checking you out!" To which he replied, "Yes!" and jumped in the air. Then I used my drunken voice a little too loudly and yelled, "You're totally getting some tonight!" Everyone looked but I was drunk and didn't care.

Also, we made plans to knock over the bank and fly somewhere together. I can't remember where.