Day Two in Dublin, majorly jet-lagged. I got a call from a 425 number 3AM Dublin time, which I stupidly answered. The man on the phone was looking for someone named Robert McEwen… I think? It was a haze. I don’t know what I said but I know how I said it – like I was high af. I feel as if he wanted to get off the phone right away because after a few attempts to communicate with me he resigned with “Sorry, wrong number.” I don’t know why I answered the phone in the first place. I must’ve forgotten in my sleep deprived state that I wasn’t in Seattle and it wasn’t 7PM. No wonder he wanted to get off the line – I must’ve sounded like a nut.

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Anyway, we ended up sleeping in until noon, then spent the afternoon walking around Dublin. We ate lunch at The Brazen Head, the oldest pub in all of Ireland. As an American, it’s crazy to me that there are bars older than my country!

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Afterward lunch, we walked around the city for a couple of hours. It started to rain a bit, so we popped into The Bank for a quick drink. Jesse got a Guinness and whiskey, while I tried a gin martini made with Bertha’s Revenge, a milk-based gin. It was delicious!

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The rain let up so back out we went, wandering the city for another hour. All the walking sure does make one thirsty. We found our way to O’Donoghue’s Pub for more Guinness. They’ve got a wall of American dollar bills, so naturally we had to add our own adornment, Tenta style. Check out that octo action!