Afterwards, as the crowd dispersed from the final bar (there were only 3 that we went to), Lisa asked the guitar player, Anthony, where he was going to be playing later. I asked him some guitar related questions. He kindly answered our questions and now we knew where our next stop would be. Burger King. Yup. The ladies were a little on the hungry side and such as in the States there is usually fast-food not too far from anywhere. Ok, but then after food, we knew where we were going. Well, kind of.
We hopped into a cab and asked him to take us to The Palace. The next thing we know he's pulling over at a club with a long line of college-aged people dressed for partying. This wasn't matching with the schema that I had in mind. When you ask an Irish musician in Dublin where to find an acoustic session, you seriously don't expect to end up at a dance club. Once we explained to the cabby what we were intending to do, he knew where to go. Apparently there are two places named The Palace in Dublin. If you are here, make sure you are specific as to which one you want to go to if you get a cab.
All is well again and we are walking into another 19th century building with old, narrow doors. Upstairs is where the bar is. It is small, but so lively. Patrons drink and converse amongst themselves as musicians, including Anthony, play passionately while tucked away together along the back wall. There were about 5 of them back there. Collectively lost in play. Excellent. Now, time for more drinks.
Tara presents us each with a pint of Guinness. This time our pints were accompanied each by a little friend, so named Jameson. Ahh, shit's about to get real! Atta girl, Tara!
Aaaaaannnd this is where the night starts to get fuzzy. I don't honestly remember when we separated from Tracy and Tara. Maybe Lisa could explain. Maybe not. I do remember Lisa and myself stepping outside of the pub that we started the pub crawl at, Oliver St. John Gogarty's. I remember having a random conversation with a middle aged Irishman named Derek and a 20-something Aussie name Sean. This happens a lot here. You just end up in conversation with random folks from everywhere. I find it exciting, but I just get too drunk! Lisa was fading fast and I am sure I was on my way as well. She told me today that she had been trying to get me to leave for some time. It finally sunk in and we made it back to the room. I don't know how she does it, but the woman has mad navigation skills, even after a few hours of drinking. So that wrapped up day 3.
The next morning we woke around 11? I don't think we left the room until after noon. This was all ok too because the only thing left on our itinerary was the museum and Dublin Castle. Other than that, we completely took it easy. Unfortunately, neither of us felt rested and I know that Lisa was feeling a little rough after the previous night. But we persisted. We first went to the museum and we loved it. It was a walk-through of the history of Ireland, from prehistoric to recent times. Viking invaders, Romans, English rule, and Irish independence. Jewelry, weapons, clothing, and books.
A few well-preserved bodies excavated out of bogs.
Dublin Castle is only a short walk from the museum. It was a lavishly decorated place, as you can imagine. It only took us about 30 minutes for us to walk through the parts that are open to the public.
Tomorrow we head out of Dublin for the first time. We get are rental from the airport at 10 am. From there we embark to Powerscourt Home and Gardens and Glendalough. We will stay the night in Kilkenny which is south west of here. Sorry about the brevity but it's getting late and we are tired.
Cheers!
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