Cleary, did you cut the cheese?

Taking advantage of this free wifi to describe our evening in Dublin with the Irish boys.

We started by going to Sinott's (at the top of Grafton Street) to watch the Champions League final (GO BLUES!). The place was packed and if course, the males heavily outnumbered the females which was not a problem at all. We found a place to stand that wasn't too in the way and asked some lads what we had to do to get a drink. A good opener, no?

This group of boys all had VERY Irish names: Sean, Conor, Niall, Darren, Barry, and Mark. They were pretty fun and hilarious so we didn't mind spending time with them. Eventually we got tired of not being able to move so the boys persuaded us to come to another pub with them. Neither Channing nor I would chug the rest of our beer so... We smuggled them outside underneath our coats. Can't say thats the first time I've done that either but oh well.

We waited outside for the others and eventually started to walk towards Flannery's? We never made it there so I'm not sure how it's spelled. We were walking with Sean and Conor an they decided to take us to The Celt "a true Irish bar" and who were we to say no? So off we went!

What resulted was a fun night and us learning a lot of the Irish lingo which I will now impart to you:

Bagel: a weirdo or really big jerk
Tuned in: someone who knows what's going on
Kickety mare kickety foal: like father like son
Bacon: corned beef
Brashers: bacon
Make it large: turn the volume up
Feeders: breasts
Shifting: kissing
Simple: not very bright or smart, idiotic
Hurling: Irish sport which looks like field hockey on crack
Tirty-tree: thirty three
Craic: a good time, enjoyable person or experience

Also one of the best stories about the lads: we're in the cab and all of a sudden it smells pretty bad. Conor accuses Sean, "Cleary, did you cut the cheese?" and Channing and I have a giggle-fit. Because, who says cuts the cheese anymore??? And with the Irish accent, it's just too much. Then Sean is all "I swear, it weren't me!" and Channing I definitely aren't the culprits so Conor accuses the cab driver! Who doesn't say a word... So I guess we know who the guilty party is!

Through recounting this story countless times Channing and I have become quite good at our irish accents. Or at least we think so haha.

But there's the highlights from that night in Dublin! We're on the bus back to Dublin from Cork at the moment and still savoring our tour of Blarney Castle and our smooch with the Blarney stone. More to come soon!