Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Guinness Fest 2008

So, pretty much exactly 48 hours in Dublin and we managed to consume 21 pints of Guinness, visit 11 pubs and tour exactly ZERO sights of cultural significance. The theme of the trip was basically "If you ain't be servin' up the Guinness, we ain't be comin' there."

Case in point: The very first thing we did upon dropping off our bags at the hotel was find a pub in which to eat. Trouble was, it was only about 11:20 AM so no one was serving lunch yet. Wait. Did I say "Trouble was"? What I meant was, "Lucky for us..." So we found ourselves a seat and ordered two pints of the black stuff to pass the time till noon. As they say, "It's five o'clock somewhere".


So, although we didn't make a point of stopping to tour any historical or culturally significant sights, we did happen to pass by a few of them as we were making our way between pubs so a few of those pictures will be sprinkled here and there throughout the post. This is the Ha' Penny bridge. Done. Next.


Back to our regularly scheduled programming. This wasn't actually a pub, but if there's one thing better than the place that pours the Guinness, it's the place that actually makes the Guinness.


The adult version of the milk moustache


The famous toucan


It's scary how easily I blend into this picture.


Doctor's orders! (In all seriousness though - or at least as much seriousness as I can muster - the advertising display was our favorite part of the tour. Really interesting!)


A drink at The Brazen Head


Ireland's Oldest Pub (or so they say)


O'Donovan Rossa Bridge (correct me on that if I'm wrong, Beth) lit up at night


A nice view of the city over the River Liffey


Temple Bar area in the early evening. That is to say, before the surrounding streets are dotted with little puddles of vomit.


Our Musical Pub Crawl tour guides. They were really great. It sounds like such a cheesey, touristy thing to do but it wasn't at all and it ended up being our favorite thing of the trip. They gave us some history on Irish music and the instruments and played lots of traditional Irish tunes. All while we poured pints of Guinness down our throats. Magical! Plus, we got the lowdown from them on which pubs were good to go to for real, authentic music and which touristy ones to avoid.


Saturday morning, we very respectably decided to take a stroll through St. Stephen's Green as opposed to hitting up a pub at 10:00 AM.





Here's Jason with the genius but totally-bat-shit-crazy James Joyce. Seriously, if you know anyone who says they have finished his novel Ulysses, they're lying. Everybody's started it but nobody, NOBODY, has the wherewithall to finish it.


"Whistle, whistle... Nothing to see here... Whistle, whistle... Definitely not standing here next to a topless statue... Whistle, whistle..."


Wellington Monument, or more correctly Wellington Testimonial since Mr. Duke of Wellington was actually alive when they erected it. Hee hee. I said "erected". (And yes, that is indeed the gentleman for which the eponymous rain boots were named.)


On the bus tour going down O'Connell Street, I saw this awesome statue. It's Jim Larkin, a worker's rights activist, but that's totally beside the point. Look at his arms! And that face!



No captions required.



So we came back to the Merrion to take a pre-pub crawl nap and I walked into the bathroom to discover all my toiletries lined up like soldiers ready for battle. I can assure you this wasn't my doing. When I last saw said toiletries, they were scattered about on the counter like soldiers after a battle. A battle against the effects of aging, sun-damage, and stinky pits, that is.


The two actors on the Literary Pub Crawl who took us around and (very comically) performed bits from different works of literature which were penned by some of Ireland's most famous authors and poets. Another really fun evening!


Two perfect pours.


Back to O'Donahue's for more Guinness (shocking!) and real traditional Irish music. This was one of the two pubs recommended by the Music Pub Crawl guys.


Me with Molly Malone. I don't know what it is with this city and its girly-show statues. I mean, look at that rack!


The Oscar Wilde statue in Merrion Square. I would highly recommed reading up on his life if you're unfamiliar. He was a rather interesting character to say the very least.



"Excuse me Mr. Bear, could you please turn off all electronic devices, stow your tray table and buckle up in preparation for take off?"


These are some random shots I took from the airplane as we were flying back into London. It was so cool how you could so clearly see the landmarks. Even though the photos aren't exactly top quality since they're taken from, you know, the freaking SKY. There's Tower Bridge. (No, Fergie. Not your London London Bridge.)


And London Eye


Westminster area around the Thames



Rest of the photos here.

4 comments:

A Novelist said...

Ohhh, I love Ireland. Thanks for sharing! :)

Beth said...

You two are so cultured! Glad you had a good time - and we were totally in the airport at the same time on Friday!!

andrea said...

Best. Deodorant. Ever.

And I never would have pegged you for a multiple Guinness girl :)

Rino said...

Shout out to my building (not like I own it)... its the 2nd of your shots from the air with the train tracks going into it.