WHY DO YOU STILL READ THIS BLOG

Tomaja comin' at you like a loco(spanish for crazy)motive from the Camden Place Hostel in Dublin. Yeahhhhh dawg, that's right; we're in transit back to the states. So here's the shit- we've been slacking on the actual updates in favor of cavorting around with locals and discovering the countryside, which was our bad. Seriously, entertaining you guys is way more important to us than any of these assholes.

P.S.Y.C.H.E.E.E.E.E.

These mother fuckers are da bomb. Let me introduce them. You know Jimmy, right? Well imagine that Jimmy is 30 years younger, a no-names-takin' museum attendant, and... oh right, THE PRINCE OF FUCKING DERRY. Ciaran Roddy, errybody:

He's essentially the nicest guy in the entire world. Sometimes we'll go to bars and he'll buy us drinks. Not for all three of us, because he doesn't drink. he'll just buy drink for us Americans. After he drives us to Ireland. What's he doing in that 1st picture, you ask? Well, over here there's this thing called a "Poker Face." That's Ciaran's, and you can't see it. Hence the hand. Ignore the face. You shouldn't be able to see that. He's sweet like sugar. Speaking of sugar:

maybe that was vague. Sugar is a night club. Yeah, like P Diddy. We went to a night club. Like P Diddy. We danced and took shots (hear Maja complain about it later!) and acted a fuckin' fool. No gun shots. Not like P Diddy.

AFTER THAT we decided we should nearly kill ourselves? Bike ride, you say? Bad directions, you say? Mmmmm, look at this picturestory:

STRUGGLES -majaa

I guess the narrative kind of falls apart at the end there, but basically our 20-mile casual bike ride turned in to TOGBRAI, or Tomaja's One-time Bike Ride Across Ireland. Jesus Christ in a chicken basket, 50 miles of hills and bad shifting mountain bikes and Tom whining and whining and whining and whining and whining. Joking. The shifting was fine.

Oh also Doug left, so we decided to competely change our research. Mural time!

One of these murals is not like the other. Well, I guess that's true for both of them if I'm only presenting two options... they're necessarily different... but one of these murals is scary as shit. I'll give you a clue- it's the one with a skeleton carrying a bloody sword. We got to talk to the artists of the peace mural (the one without an impailed person in it), as well as hear about how JK Rowling stole Harry Potter from them. No biggie.

Ummmm, what else. Maja, can you remember anything? Oh yes, we saw Harry Potter. It was both 'excellent' (Tom) and 'disappointing' (Maja). I'm sure you've seen it by now, so we'll spare the review.

AHHHHH, I forgot about our introductions! HOSTEL PEEEEPS.

Jeff and Heath, (a lil' eye candy for ladies):

No but seriously, they're really cool. Fantastic duders. Buy rounds o' carlsburg like it aint no thaaang.
We miss them already. Like woah.



So if you're ever in Derry, stay at the Independent Hostel because they'll show you a good time.
WELL TOM(AJA)ORROW WE HEAD BACK TO THE STATES.
tom: 'i just want to be back where fries are called fries and everyone is fat'
GET READY FOR US TO TELL YOU LOTS OF STORIES THAT YOU WILL NOT FIND FUNNY OR INTERESTING. AND THEN WE'LL SHOW YOU PICTURES THAT ARE ENHANCED IN IPHOTO BECAUSE THAT IS THE GREATEST THING EVER.
LOL.
(loyal orange lodge? laughing out loud? lots of love?)



we apologize for the shitty formatting. tom's fault.