I've been gone for a week...

...and I've been drunk since I left.

Not really. I've only been drunk like twice since I've been here, but they've both been fabulous times.

So I'm in Ireland! I've been here for about a week, and it's been pretty cool. I'll admit, the first couple days I wasn't really feeling it, but that was probably because I lived in my six-person mini-room, and slept for most of both days. But now since I've been out and about (or, as anyone not from Canada thinks we pronounce it 'oot and aboot'), I've come to really like the place. Not only have I found TWO, count 'em, TWO vegan places to eat, but I've also met a shit ton of Canadians, and a crapload of Australians. That's pretty much the only people I've hung out with, but they're awesome, so it's ok.

So Ireland is suprisingly similar to Canada, in that Dublin looks a hell of a lot like Toronto, only the people drive a lot faster, and on the left side. There may or may not have been a couple incidences of me almost being hit by cars because I look for them on the wrong side of the road. Otherwise though, it's pretty normal. There's tons of stores (referred to as shops), restaurants, convenience stores (Spar and Centra) and a scant few homeless people. The other day I saw a street sweeper manoever around a homeless girl sitting on the bridge, and it was both slightly comical and really really sad at the same time.

So as for me and what I've done in the past little while, there's not much to say. I've been walking around a lot, just trying to get my bearings and find neat places to eat or shop. Dunnes/Penneys are my new best friends. I've been on a pub crawl in Temple Bar, that was tons of fun, especially a certain bar called....Finnigans? I think? Anyhow, it was a great load of fun with a great bunch of people. A nice change from Canada is that here, men will actually talk to you just to talk. They don't all have the agenda of getting in your pants, so here, when a guy comes up to talk to you, you don't have to politely tell him to fuck off. It's great! The girls however, are not so friendly. I don't think I've spoken to a single Irish girl or woman here if it wasn't to ask for directions. Whatever, they'll come around.

Another awesome bar we went to is called the Turk's Head, where I indulged in a bit of Russian/Irish crouch-dancing. Some guy at the bar wanted to dance, and decided that we were going to crouch down, hop around and kick our feet out, and when I couldn't do it, he called me a cripple. It was interesting to say the least!

Okay, so I realise that I'm being boring, but hey, whatever. Half of this is just so I remember all of what happened while I was here. (flashback to an Irish guy at the bar obsessed with Burt Reynolds and his mustache) Maybe my next post will be more interesting. I'm moving in tomorrow though, and have to get settled and find a job and such, plus I fail at posting regularly, so don't expect another one for a while.

'tanks a million,

Your vegan abroad.