Sunday, July 5th, 2009
In most places, Sundays are generally days of rest. And in Ireland, I guess the same is true. I did really have a lazy Sunday morning, getting up and making a nice breakfast and just generally relaxing. A couple of my friends called, inviting me into town, and since it was raining, we took the Corrib Village Shuttle in. After deciding to find a place to eat, we wandered around Shop St. for a while, trying to find something that looked appetizing.
We finally settled on Finnegan’s, a traditional Irish pub in a building with an excellent stone façade. I finally got my traditional Irish stew and pint of Guinness (which was only 3.90 Euro—very cheap). We were all amazed, however, by the Irish Breakfast my friend Eileen bravely ordered. It included toast, bacon, sausages, potatoes, blood pudding, etc, etc and was basically a huge mound of food. We’ve made it a tradition now to come back to Finnegan’s on Sunday and conquer the breakfast.
Today also happened to be my roommate Valerie’s 21st birthday. Though it means nothing here, she was determined to celebrate it in full American fashion. Abbie bought her a cake (with a monkey on it) and we put 21 candles on it and made her make a wish. Her sorority sisters also made her an adorable shot book in which whoever bought her a shot could write down their name, what kind of shot it was, and a note. She was determined to make it to 21 shots.
She made it to 22.
We started the night off at Taffe’s and she was well on her way when I bought her her eighth shot (called “The Valerie”—Aftershock topped with Bailey’s.) We then moved the party back to the Front Door, which was packed as ever with people. I stuck around till she reached her 21st, then took a cab home with Abbie.
Because guess what? We had a field trip the next day…
Next Stop: Connemara
(Irish stew and a pint of Guinness. Heaven)
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