Ireland Trip: Day three (Part Two: Dry Superior Friday)

I somehow have this uncanny capability to travel to places in the course of the wrong holiday. Sweden during Midsummer, Great Friday in Dublin. From what I’ve seen, the only items open tonight are a shawarma restaurant and the net cafe where I’m typing suitable now. Very odd for Friday night in Dublin.

But what turned out be a downer was actually a blessing in disguise. My hostel had the foresight to stock up on beverages and employ a standard Irish band to perform, which really turned out be something that was most likely far more enjoyable than what most individuals would experience out on a typical Friday night in Dublin. The remarkable performers rapidly had every person clapping along, dancing in the center of the room, and singing along (surprisingly enjoyable even when you don’t know the lyrics!).

Side-thought: I definitely need to have to learn to blog pre-festivities. Thank god for spell checker.