Cudworthington the Third (Comments Edition)

It turns out another ND alum that I was friends with happens to be doing a master's in Dublin for a year, so kind of as a formality I went with her to Amsterdam last weekend. I even talked to her sometimes. I followed her to the Heineken brewery which was cool because they put you through this simulation where you actually become beer. Despite many dull moments during the trip, we spent about 4 hours one night in our hostel telling horror stories, and she had a really good repertoire of campfire haunting/ghost stories. I actually had trouble falling asleep that night they were so good.

So the third night we went over to Brussels and we got lost for a few hours, it was fun. I got to ask for directions in French a lot. Allison even complimented me once. I took her to a really touristy chocolate shop and restaurant and finished off with a Belgian beer at a local-ish bar. I tried to meet some new people but she got pretty jealous and clingy. We went back to her place in Dublin, ate Brie, drank wine, and I was forced to watch some Irish CSI with detectives in their 60s and terrible acting. Christi made some joke on facebook she must have thought was funny or something about Allison whacking me over the head, so I got whacked and abused often after that. The next day was the best day of the trip because I left.

I know I made the trip sound kind of lame, but actually it was awful. And by awful I mean good. Here are some comments I've received about my blog, to keep things balanced this edition includes some negative comments:

Romeu: "Monumental failure."

Matt I: "Why all the gay-bashing?"

Christi's Dad: "This should be illegal."

Jen: "I really like your use of words."

Durigan: "Worse than the Nam."

Gracie: "My life sucks derrr."