Home » Ireland » 3 Sketchy Men & a Lisa in Dublin

Two weekends ago I went for a long weekend to visit my favorite French friend Charlotte Robert who is studying in Dublin. As I’ve had requests for more pictures, I’ve done my best to try to add more despite the unstable Internet connection we have here.<br /><br />Wednesday night before I left (with a belly full of practically free tapas and Agua de Valencia, which I enjoyed with my old roommate Margaret who was visiting for Spring Break yea!) I was somewhat concerned about where it was I was actually going once I arrived in Dublin. Internet had been down at school so I hadn't gotten to email Charlotte until the last minute and hadn’t heard back from her, so after some frantic flipping through the "Let’s Go Western Europe 2005" travel guide which included the city of Dublin, I decided that if all else failed and I couldn't find her I would just do a solo tour of Dublin for my first trip to Ireland.

3 Sketchy Men & a Lisa in Dublin

Lisa Damico
2006-02-27 18:15:05

Displayed times (last time: ) Rating 4/5

Rating: 4.00 out of 5.00. 1 members have rated this article

father at the same Italian restaurant - fettuccine carbonara this time, my favorite.

After dinner we met up with Charlotte’s friends at a club for some late night dancing. One of the very nice things about Dublin, very different from Spain, is their smoking ban which people strictly follow. If you’re caught smoking inside anywhere you have to pay a large fine, as does the restaurant you’re caught in. So in this case, it was nice to go to a club and not come home reeking of cigarette smoke. Although they don’t allow smoking, they do allow Japanese businessmen to dance on stage when they really shouldn’t. Fortunately sketchy man #3 (because I know you’re counting) wasn’t one of these, but an Irish guy named John who was more goofy than sketchy as his “pick up line” was “I’ve been watching you and I am really nervous to come talk to you.” I felt badly for him so I talked to him for a while and got a free cider out of it J before I went to dance with Charlotte & company.

Another funny observation that was hard not to miss was the "go-out attire" of the Irish girls. With temperatures close to freezing and rainy weather I couldn't wear enough clothing, but because they're used to it I can only assume, the Irish girls dress like it's summer time - white cotton skirts with skimpy tank tops and strappy sandals - not to mention the abundance of mini skirts - which given the pale Irish complexion doesn't strike me as a good idea, but they all seem to like it and don't feel the need to cover up or wear a coat.

Caught a cab at 5:30 the next morning and made it back to Valencia without incident although a Moroccan man named Mohammed offered to escort me home from the bus station as he could tell “I had a good heart.” I politely
declined and made my way quickly home to nap before all of the Fallas festivities began that night, but all of that will be explained in the next blog . . .

Keep the comments and emails coming, I love hearing from you guys and stay posted for the next entry as I’m going to try to put it together before I leave for the country house with Juan, Marga & Sara the dog for Semana Santa and Easter on Thursday. Besos! ~ Lisa