I like boobs, boobs, boobs.

Holy Jesus. Stayed in Galway last night, which was a huge student city with very lovely architecture, not that I stayed sober long enough to appreciate it. Long story short: drank Guiness, stumbled home, slept in staff quarters, and woke up having no idea where my favourite pink shirt was. Now, before you make filthy fucking jokes, I normally sleep with nothing on, but being that there were other people in the room, I kept my undergarments firmly in place. That said, I was shit-faced drunk and whipped my fucking shirt somewhere, and it was five to nine when I got my ass up and the bus left at nine. SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. I found a shirt on the floor, whipped it on, sprinted to my proper room, grabbed my bags, and tailed it to the bus reeking like the bar and looking like dog shit. We drove to the Cliffs of Moher (stunning), and arrived in Killarney (I think). Fuck, it's hard enough keeping track of the days let alone where the hell I am. We did another pasta cook-up in the hostel kitchen, then went out for cocktails and this trendy little bar. Watched the Eurovision on the big screen. My God, what a waste of air time. Every country finds their "best" singer, and showcases them and the world votes and they're all absolute rubbish. Celine Dion won it for Canada one year, if that gives you an idea. The only good part about it was that Finland won this time, and they were this costumed Gwar-esque heavy metal band, it was bloody hilarious. The bar was boring, so some of us left for the pub. A GREAT live cover band came on and played The Proclaimers, Green Day, The Killers, etc etc. I danced my ASS off and had these two guys trying to hump my friggin leg they were so drunk, so I pretty much pushed them off the dance floor. They were hot, but I was there to DANCE. When the band left, I ended up talking to a really nice guy named Ian. He works at Pfizer and makes VIAGRA from time to time, hahaha. He's 27, but he looked my age. Anyway, he walked me back to the hostel because I had no fucking clue where I was. There were people EVERYWHERE because Munster won the rugby match earlier that day. I watched the game, it was the Heineken Cup, and Munster had been in the finals two years in a row, and, third time's a charm, they won! I saw history in the making my friends, it was brilliant.