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."

Irish Stories

Sorry in advance but this is kind of a filler post, mainly for my own good. If I let a long time go by without a post then I'm letting myself down. It might be over your head.

The theme for this post is Irish experiences. I'm gonna talk exclusively about Ireland-related things so when I look at this years from now I'll remember that I branched out and got cultured.

The first big story is US Law School test - the LSAT - in Ireland. I might have been the only person in Ireland taking this test - not many can say they did that. The US headquarters had one of my profs proctor the test. I felt bad cuz I told her to stop typing while I was taking it. Typing wasn't the only thing on my mind. I've had a long-time fantasy of hooking up with a teacher on campus, and the setting was good.

After the test my friends brought me out for some drinks. I had a budweiser and talked to some Americans. My friend got a black eye. When we got the munchies I took us to Quizno's. This Belgian girl and I have become obsessed with this club song We No Speak Americano and we text each other whenever we hear it somewhere. The next day I spent 10 hours watching Scrubs and then caught up with Always Sunny. I tracked football back in the states (football is big in Europe) and my fantasy team had a great day, although the Chargers really sucked. Went to frisbee practice again, I might have been to more frisbee practices here than at 4 years of ND.

I expect a pretty good post coming next time. It's gonna be another comments edition which I always like.