Guinness for Strength

The Outside

Last night, a few girls in my program and I decided to go to the Brazen Head, a really old pub with a whole bunch of history. Nerd out time. It was opened in 1198 and is Dublin's (and I think maybe Ireland's) oldest pub. Many Irish rebels have visited there, such as Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone. James Joyce and Jonathon Swift also used to chill there. 

It's infinitely better than Temple Bar, strictly because it's real. Unfortunately, as much fun as Temple Bar can be, it's just an artificially constructed area. And really friggn expensive. :(

After the pub, we went to the Working Man, which is just down the street. It was also pretty cool, but I didn't stay long, because I wanted to catch the 11:30 bus back home. 

Other than that, nothing too much to report. I spent the entire day of work calling potential clients, which got quite monotonous. It seems I will never escape being a telemarketer. It would be nice to get my soul back... But it is a good job to have for just finishing my freshman year in college.

But fortunately, it will be the weekend soon. We're seeing St. Michans mummies on Saturday with Kelli, our resident archaeology expert and perhaps the Guinness Factory after, or as Kelli says "ascending into beer heaven." On Sunday, we were tossing around the idea of going on the Wild Rover tour in Kilkenny, which promises to be gorgeous. (I have found myself saying gorgeous a lot. They frequently use the word to describe food, which I found interesting.)

Anyways, sláinte to y'all back at home.