USA, USA, USA!

happy 4th of july people!as i'm sure you can imagine, dublin is just all decked out to celebrate their favorite holiday! just kidding. no red, white and blue decorations are up...no 4th of july parades...no BBQ...it's so sad. BUT, it's also ok b/c we're going to a hurling game and we'll feel american b/c we'll be rooting and cheering at a sports team (kat and i were joking that we should just start chanting USA, USA! out of nowhere and see what people do) even though hurling is ireland's most ancient sport so it's really not american at all..but work with me.
so where did we leave off last...oh right, i wasn't sure if i could make it for another night out. so jess and i started watching a movie and like 5 minutes into it, chris called and said 'i'm dressed and ready to go, i'm coming over so we can go out.' and i was like 'alrighty then.' and jess and i rushed and got dressed and out of the apt by 11, and we went to Q bar! i know we've already been there but it's funa nd chris hadn't been there yet. so we went in and it was really crowded and there were tons of people on the dance floor so we all got drinks, put out stuff down and got right to the dancing! and we've found out that when irish people dance with each other, i guess it's normal for you to start making out with the person like 5 minutes after meeting them? b/c that's what EVERYBODY was doing around us and i was like where am i? twilight zone? what's happening?! and it's not like...let's kiss while we dance..it's like..let's stand perfectly still and feel each other up in the middle of the dance floor! OK LETS! no. chris had a creepy stalker while we were there, and everytime he came nearby we'd shuffle our way to another part of the dance floor, and like 10 minutes later he'd show up..so creepy! then jess met this cute little irish man (and i mean man..he was like 30/35?) and he offered to buy her a drink so they went off by the bar and pretty much stayed there the rest of the night, chris danced with some people...a scary guy watned to dance with me so i did for like 2 minutes then i was like..um i have to find my friend and i ran away. we stayed there til about 3am and all decided that bouncers are always the hottest people in the club (which i hear is even true in the states..*wink*).
and we decided to walk home, which was quite interesting. oh! and chris stole a glass from Q bar that said "i stole this glass from the pub" hahahaha i thought that was awesome. so anyway, walk home..passed several college rickshaw pullers, one of which chris wanted to take home, then when we got to leeson st it got a little scary, b/c apparantly it turns into like...the red light district late at night. the only places open are these "vip lap dance" clubs and weird strip clubs, and we passed one and a guy came stumbling out of it and i heard some weird noises behind me and all of a sudden chris comes running up beside me and like pushes me forward and out of the way of his flying vomit. yeah. very close to a bad situation on that one.
walked the rest of the way home with no incident, fell asleep arond 330 and got up at 1130 to meet our mom's around 12 at the hostel. then we all went to lunch, then souvenier shopping (i've only bought one so far..i'll just wait til the end of my trip to do that.), then back to the hostel where i fell asleep and woke up with drool all over myself. i never do that and i was very grossed out by myself. ew self! then we had dinner and jess met us to go on the GHOST BUS TOUR! (which i think is such a clever name! ghostbustor! hehe!) anywayyyy, so hte bus pulls up and it has these purple curtain all covering the windows and right away i was like..this was a bad idea. i dont' do well with scary. so we get ona nd it's all dark and we sit upstairs in the front few rows, and the guy that was doing the tour came up and proceeded to tell us really creepy stories about places around dublin (and i think he was flirting with my mom. i'm not even kidding. she videotaped so if you watch the tape i bet you'll see. FLIRTING!) and we stopped at a few graveyards and found out dublin has a "hellfire club" that is run by the rich and elite..and they do sacrifices and stuff...soooo scary. and he told us stories about how during the cholera epidemic they used to accidently bury people alive b/c doctor's thought they were dead..so family's would have a death watch by the coffin in case the person woke up and knocked on the coffin to get out! SO SCARY! then he said they used to bury people with rope tied to their wrists, and that rope was attached to a bell above ground, so if and when the person woke up 8 feet underground, they could ring the bell and someone would come dig them up. so the two phrases that came from this lovely thing are: "dead ringer" and "saved by the bell". i kid you not. and he also said that parts of dublin used to be called Hell...the four corners of hell and people called dublin "hell"...so if you tell me to go to hell i'll just say to you, 'i've already been there, thanks.' and also that body snatching was the most popular here in dublin..and he told some LOVELY stories about that......and how they used really gross fish hooks to pull dead people up from their graves but sometimes it didn't worka nd their faces would like...come off. k i'll stop there.
but ANYWAY...it was a good tour, i recommend it if you ever come here, worth the money, especially fi you're into that type of thing. then jess and i walked back to the apt, i had a reallly good night's sleep finally. and jess got bagels from the jewish bakery so i have one of those wating for me and i'm just gonna go take care of that now! adios!
(i just saw a thing for fireworks online and now i'm really sad b/c i want to see some.)

"it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed

with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds

the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;

moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination,when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:

one pierced moment whiter than the rest

-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep." - it is at moments after i have dreamed...