-pre-ireland pics-

ku: my favorite date daneezie came all the way to london just to give me this kiss. and tiff joined in! sweet.
gene: i was busy sleeping.

ku: daneezie got along well with the fam. theyre best friends now.
gene: i was still sleeping.

ku: we felt the obligation to drink guinness right when we got to dublin. yum. it ain't like the states kids.
gene: guinness at noon hits the spot especially when accompanied with an irish beef hamburger with fried egg. delicious!

the group minus evan the photographer

ku: historic guinness! these were sweet.  the old ones had corks.. cool stuff.
gene: centuries of miracles in a bottle.

ku: beginning of the guinness tour in the factory!

gene: the cask making process was very rigorous. an apprenticeship took over 7 years. mad e-props to that

part of the long beer making process

ku: old school guinness ads were badass.
gene: their slogan was actually endored by a medical doctor, saying that guinness helped alleviate symptoms of influenza and random other ailments that i forgot about.

ku: especially this one!! too bad it just makes me fat.
gene: i think getting buffer by drinking beer.. its' actually kinda bizarre. kuge gets mad at me.

ku: the end of the guinness tour: the skybar with floor to ceiling windows and a free guinness. what else do u need?
gene: another guinness!!

ku: we modified this one a bit.  but we really are angels.
gene: we actually never went to ireland. i photoshopped all the pictures.

gene: i told you guys i'd drink a guinness for you. well, i did! and it was delicious. wish you were there to enjoy the silky taste of heaven with me.

ku: i eat roxanne's.
gene: roxanne's a toy. she has a pull string and says 4  things: "hii!", "okay!!", "that's mean", and "why? don't you shower with your dad?" oh i <3 you rox.

ku: the skybar brings the best out of evan

gene: our bartender emily from switzerland was soooooooo cute and hot and sweet. she made a mean shamrock and hooked it up fat. she gave me an extra guinness for free!

kugene: they put shamrocks in our guinnesses!!

 double shamrock! we're gonna live till 100 now.

ku: eugene's photoshoots go international, sucka.

kugene: hard rock cafe: dublin. we pwned that dessert. what, sucka!?! totally hurt its feelings.

ku: this random drunk irish guy grabbed eugene on the street and started talking jibberish to him, we think in gaelic. we didn't understand a word he said.. but he sang eug a pretty song and he was a sweetie.
gene: true story.

kugene: our wonderful hostel. by wonderful i mean way not wonderful. SO MANY STORIES!!!!

gene: ireland is such a richly cultural place filled with friendly people. they're down for a pint, anytime day or night. Even elderly ladies go out with their girlfriends to local pubs and enjoy themselves. The city is alive... like a quaint, compacted version of london. Sometimes it's hard to understand their accents though. They have all these cool expressions. Me and ku went to a SPAR (like 7-eleven) and these hoodlum irish kids were complaining how slow the register guy was taking: "this is desperate slow! bleedin insane i tell ya." The guinness factory was the highlight of the trip in my book. The view from the skybar was brilliant, so we ended up staying there for a good while. I made friends with the bartender. I told her how amazing she was at making shamrocks, and she started to blush. She poured me another glass on the house, o sweet emily. Our trip was promising at first, but there was certainly no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Instead, my wallet was stolen, i lost 150 euros (250 American bucks), my drivers license, credit cards, calling cards, my school ID, library card, an oyster card which lets me go on the subway, a train ticket, an irreplaceable picture of my dad and me when i was a baby (which is what i'm most depressed about), my health insurance card, everything. In other words, I got served, pwned, proper focked. I was seriously so sad and a part of my soul died. ku can explain everything else. I'm just grateful that i have sweetass friends to pick up the pieces.

ku: so yea.. eugy's wallet was definitely a downer for our trip, but hes in good spirits.  besides what are girlfriends for? he knows i'd take care of em if he needed me to.. but anyways me and eug really liked the city of dublin.. its definitely not as pretty or huge as london, but it has endearing qualities.. it's a fun city, almost a humble version of london.. we had a lotta fun touring the guinness factory and pubbing/clubbing around the city.. we went to this club full of beautiful women our age. i wanted to cry.  but besides that we didnt have a great experience in our hostel.  so we first get in and everythings pretty decent.. the hostel doesnt have much, just a cafe that we always missed cuz we woke up too late.  we get in to our 10 person room (theres 6 of us), a gay hungarian couple comes in and theyre really nice, just dont speak english at all.  one of em tries to make conversation and talks to me about magic the gathering.. but i have no idea what that is.. and they watch movies like black knight with martin lawrence on their laptop hahah.. and he asks me what a "driveby" is.. funny stuff.  anyways.. the first night isnt bad.. but then we wake up to a missing wallet which really bummed us out.. and the second night we come back to an ungodly stench in our room.. theres a new guy sleeping, we'll dub him "sleeping guy" cuz he never woke up the entire time he was there.. so that night was kinda weird with the stench and all.. and then at 3-4 am or so, a drunk guy muttering cuss words and weird obscenities walks slowly into our room with long scraggly hair and a serial-killer walk and checks all the beds to find an open one and collapses on it.. wakes up later to throw up.. does the same thing trying to find a bed again, collapses again right across from roxanne's bed.  and this time hes breathing really loud and creepily so roxanne gets really scared and starts talking loud cuz shes freaking out haha.. so we had to get up at 5 to catch our flight so we just decide to get up and leave.. i must say coming back to london had an interesting feeling for all of us.. we totally had the sense of coming back home that everyone gets when they go on vacation or something.  so i guess i can say 28 days in, london is definitely starting to feel like home if it hasn't already.. and i can already see myself feelin real sad when we're gonna have to leave.  but i can't say i dont get homesick.. i definitely miss my friends and my brother, even his crazy fiance. i miss my momma too, who cries every time i talk to her on the phone. and my dad who keeps popping up in my dreams randomly.  it was really awesome when danielle came to visit on her way to touring europe, and we just hung out with sarah and chrystal who were ending their europe trip.. it's great seeing familiar faces we love, but they're the ones who've made me the most homesick.. bastards. just kiddin, i still love you.  and anyone else who wants to visit!  but u knows me. i dont let that get me down, this city is too crazy to be worrying about home.  so hope you're all havin fun on your side of the world. drink a beer for me, and i'll have three for you. cheers.

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