First Weekend in Ireland Pt I

When Flat Stanley™ and I arrived in Dublin on Tuesday, we had no idea that our first weekend would be SO EPIC that I would have to break it down into two parts just to keep your mind from exploding. It all began on Friday with an innocent stroll through the beautiful St. Stephen's Green. As usual, Stan was delighted to be the center of attention and have his photo taken at several of the statues. I was delighted that I dropped the extra $6.00 on laminating the Flat One, as the wind blew him off one of the statues and into the surrounding pond scum. Filthy Stanley!
We brought the fun that night at Messrrs Maguire, a four-story pub in city center. Cigarettes, body-odor, and Europe filled the air as Sir-Stans-alot and I got funky with the rest of the Notre Dame Crew. Stan was a little shy at first, but after three (or fifteen...I lost count) pints, he was dancing the night away. Have you ever seen a two-dimensional fictional character from a children's novel written in 1964 spin on his head or sing all the lyrics to House of Pain's Jump Around?
Well I am here to tell you that you are missing out if you haven't. We got our groove on to a playlist of music that was predominantly popular in America in 1996.

Saturday morning we went on a hike in Howth, a small fishing town approx. thirty minutes north of Dublin. It was spectacular. We walked around the city and then hiked up a large mountain that met with the Irish Sea. To me, it felt like I had finally arrived in Ireland. Sure, the city streets and traveling gypsies of Dublin are nice, but the view from Howth was so spectacular couldn't think of any words to describe it. Which I suppose makes the entire trip meaningless to my beloved readers. To cap off what was already the perfect day, Stan recommended that we have an order of fish and chips for dinner before we went back home. Good Idea, Stan!














And if you think that was enough adventure for a South Floridian and his thin comrade, then wait until you hear what we did on Sunday, which will arrive in Pt II of our weekend trip as soon as I regain feeling in my writing hand.

Word to your mother,

Matt