Anyways, that's the sad stuff. You probably want to hear about my relatively odd day.
Kari, her friend Ari, and I got a relatively late start going into town, as we were out pretty late the night before. We hopped on the 11 bus at 2PM and went to town. We were planning on hopping off at the first Trinity stop. However, there was the largest traffic jam I have ever seen around there. Buses were backed up and quite literally at a stand still. After waiting for us to move for ten minutes, we went downstairs and the bus driver let us off. Lo and behold, the cause of this traffic jam: a Zombie March. I had heard about the Zombie March the previous day, but I didn't think that they would take up the major streets.
After that bit of amusement, Kari, Ari, and I walked down to the Porterhouse to grab some lunch. Since everyone is leaving, there is no food in our apartment, and therefore, no breakfast for me. By 2:30, I was starving. Bri met up with us at the Porterhouse, and after lunch, we wandered around Dublin to show Ari the city. We made our way through Temple Bar and pushed on westwards along the quays. We then made our way past Christ Church and eventually to St. Patrick's Cathedral. I had never seen St. Patrick's Cathedral until today, and it's a beautiful imposing stone church. There is also a park out front, so we took a nap in the sunshine on the grass. It was quite lovely and much needed. 
We then made our way back towards Temple Bar with the intention of eating in the Temple Bar. However, as usual, the place was packed, and we couldn't find a table, so instead we went to the Brazen Head. And oh Lord, was that interesting. It started out as just Kari, Ari, Bri, and myself. Megan and Mick joined us after we got our food. The entire meal, there was this adorable dog adjacent to us. He was looking at us with longing eyes, and eventually, his owner gave him a little slack on his leash so we could pet him. We found out his name was Jesse, and once we started petting him, he wouldn't leave us alone. It was adorable. However, not all of our dinner was cute. It all started when this randomer came up to Mick and asked him if he was Australian. You wouldn't even have to hear Mick talk to know that he's Irish. The pale skin is kind of a dead giveaway that he is, in fact, not Australian. This randomer hovered kind of close to our table, periodically reaching over Bri to put out his cigarettes in our ashtray. He had a huge head and was quite loud. He made horse noises when he smoked; it actually sounded quite painful. Eventually, he decided to break the ice by...petting Bri's head. It was all quite bizarre. He claimed he was Tarzan and that he came from Mars. When Bri asked if he lived in a house on Mars, he proceeded to say, "No, we leave in peace and harmony." He then told Mick about a crocodile in Mexico that hopped into a swimming pool and ate an Irish couple. I am still not sure if there are crocodiles in Mexico... At one point, he started singing about putting on a black shirt and going to work on Monday morning. Afterwards, he got oddly philosophical and spoke about not thinking about the past or the future and that his goal in life is to become enlightened. He then told us how much he likes funny people and started double-fisting whiskey and Cokes. He was quite an interesting dude.
So yeah, that was my bizarre day. As I said, I am going to Kilkenny tomorrow, because the thought of an empty apartment depresses the hell out of me. I also am going to see the Ring of Kerry on Monday, because bank holidays are great. Pretty psyched about both of those.
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