Man, today was a loooooong day. It wasn’t too bad but I did hit a few snags that were a little annoying. The flight from Lubbock to Dallas was fine, but the flight from DFW to London was less than peachy, but all in all not THAT bad. All things considered it could have been much worse. I sat in the absolute very last row of the plane for this flight. It wouldn’t have been too bad, but we hit some crazy turbulence half way through the trip and it hit us pretty hard in the back. Also, the last 10 rows in the middle of the plane lost their audio, reading light, and attendant call. To make up for it one of the stewards was being extra nice and told us that drinks were on her all night. So, pretty much everyone took that as a free pass to get piss drunk for free. Not me; I behaved. I did have a glass of white wine, but I’m all set with getting off the plane hammered. No thanks. The guy sitting next to me had something like 5 glasses of wine and 2 beers. He was nice enough, but he bragging about always flying business class and how its sooooooo much better. That’s pretty much all he talked about until he passed out. Then I got to London…….security at LHR is the biggest pain in the ass ever. EVER! Holy hell, I went through FIVE security checkpoints all within the airport for people transferring flights. And each time they checked the EXACT. SAME. THING. How many more would there have been if I would have had to come from outside?? I had an hour and a half between flights, you’d think that be plenty right? I BARELY made my flight. I passed out on the flight from London to Dublin, but I did have a few embarrassing little head nods. I’m thinking of strapping (duct taping maybe?) my head to the seat, because I HATE it when I do this! After I landed I hit the ground running here in Dublin. I caught the bus from the airport to the city center and the guy was SUPPOSED to drop me off on Wood Quay (he TOLD me he’d stop there), but when he announced his “last stop” I figured out that I missed my stop. The final stop was about a mile from where I needed to be and I wasn’t about to fork out cash for a cab to take me a mile. Well, after a about a three mile walk, because I couldn’t for the life of me find my hostel, I finally managed to find it. I was starting to get nervous, but didn’t freak out which surprised me. It’s a neat little place, right in the heart of Dublin. The staff is really, really nice and more than willing to help with everything, which is great. I came and dropped off my stuff and roamed around for a few hours. There was this really cool street band playing in front of a big department store. I’ve never heard anything like it. There was an electric violin (that guy was jamming out too), acoustic guitar, big stand up bass, and a tiny drum kit. It was awesome. Folk meets rock meets jazz. Something like that. It started raining (of course) so I stopped in and had some AWESOME falafel. They had two sauces to use one ranch and the other super-hot hot sauce which I didn’t realize was that until I took a big mouthful of it. Oops. It was still good anyways, just hot. I came back to my hostel, to my bunk bed (I got the top yay!) in a room that I share with 16 other people. It’s really not too bad. Kinda like summer camp for big kids. The only complaint I have is that our room is directly over a pub, but I’m sure just about any room in Dublin is a stones throw from a pub. Right now there’s a group of guys singing in French. It’s actually kind of cool. I thought I’d be annoyed, but it’s neat. Maybe I’m just too tired to care. Well, that was a little long, but it was a long day. Love you all!
