Remembering...

My first trip back was to Dublin. As many of you know, Ireland holds a special place in my heart, and I was excited to finally go see the Garden of Remembrance. If it was good enough for the Queen, I figured it was a sight I should see as well. You can imagine my surprise when I googled the directions from the crew hotel, only to find out it was that dirty, sketchy, blocked off park I'd been walking right by for the past three years! Well, at least now I can say I've been.

I'd been talking about wanting to go to the garden with one of the other girls on the crew, and we decided to walk into town together. We walked past the Garden, down O'Connell, across the Liffey, around Trinity. We had decided to part ways at Grafton; my fellow stew was making a left down Nassau. And in that very moment, I turned to her and said, "I just got shit on by a bird," only to look down and find the evidence. Bird shit. Obvisously, she did not leave me in my time of need and so we addressed my situation in the BK Lounge. My coat and scarf are currently at the cleaners.

I'd also like to take this opportunity to say that this was NOT the first time I've been shit on by a bird. In Dublin. The other time I was walking around Temple Bar near the Hard Rock Cafe. Lots of Remembering on this trip...

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