And I’m Oof
The last few days have been a trip (No pun intended) and up till last night I probably hadn’t slept more than a few hours. And I know you’re all on the edge of your seats, waiting on I hear all about it so let’s get into the many minute, excruciating details.
Just kidding. I wouldn’t do that to you or even myself.
Let’s just say that by the time I left Cleveland on Monday I had only slept maybe 8 hours since Saturday. All my own fault really. Saturday night I stayed out with coworkers until 4am then had to be up at 8 so I could run to the store and get what I needed for my going away brunch (which was everything). Did you know that Giant Eagle doesn’t sell champagne before 10am on Sunday’s? Mr. NASCAR T-shirt in line behind me was able to get his two cases of Miller Lite though. I’m not calling that rule homophobic but I’m not not calling it that. After brunch (which was lovely) and a final Target/Burger King run with Lauren, Allison came by around 10 to help me pack, because again, I had none of that done. So we sat on the floor watching Spice Workd while we ate cookie dough and a wedge of Brie. I finally started packing around midnight and stayed up till about 2am. Still having one last errand to run I woke up at 8 again. So at this point I was running solely on panic and adrenaline.
My mom dropped me off at the airport in a tearful goodbye in which she said some lovely things that I’ll share at a later date when I feel like getting deep with you all.
As we approached the airport though, I started feeling nauseous, like I was about to throw up. Which was a new sensation, as for the last couple weeks I’d get a stomachache and feel like I was gonna shit my pants when I worked myself up over this trip. So I decided beer would help and made a beeline for the bar once I got inside.
My flight into JFK was uneventful. Although the book and bottle of water I had sitting in the seat next to me did end up two rows in front of me during a bit of a rough landing. I spent an uneventful 5 hours in JFK waiting for my flight out. Drank some more. Had a burger. Saw Andrew Rannels (Girls, Book of Mormon, Big Mouth) putting in eye drops.
The flight to Dublin was also uneventful. Which I guess is a good thing. Watched “Can You Ever Forgive Me?” then put on “Gone Girl” and slept with my face pressed against the seat in front of me. I did wake up and in a haze thought that someone was standing next to me and freaked out for a second.
After arrival, my cousin and I spent a few hours wandering around Dublin. We went to the National Gallery, saw the Oscar Wilde moneuemnt, and got some Boxty (Irish potato pancakes with savory fillings. Basically Irish crepes.) Even only being there for a brief amount of time, I really liked Dublin. I felt very comfortable there. I only took two photos though. One Polaroid of the Oscar Wilde statue and one random one with my regular camera.
The Irish countryside is beautiful, well at least from what I saw in between nodding off every couple of minutes. Oddly, it reminded me of driving through Ohio, but with giant metal statues of hedgehogs in place of billboards that say “HELL IS REAL” and real castles in place of cheese ones. (You don’t know what you’re missing Ireland.)
From what I’ve seen already, I’m very excited to see more of this country.
