Oops. That was me. :o
And Tater actually is a vision in the morning.
No doubt she is… but then again you were speaking of needing glasses 
I’m sure you’re underwhelmed by the response to this thread.
That’s because most Dopers are insane with jealousy because they may never see Dublin. Will I never see Dublin? …I think I hear…bagpipes!
A friend of mine was travelling in Ireland. He was sitting in a pub and an old Irish man next to him leaned over and said “Thish iz me twenty-third pint of Guinness today.”
The Irish believe in “molecular transfer”. The longer one remains in contact with something the more molecules move between the two. This can be proven by a man and his bicycle. If you have ever seen a man leaning up against the wall of a pub it’s because the bicycle in him has taken over. If you’ve ever seen a bicycle in the kitchen, suspiciously close to the stove, you’ll know it’s the man.
Anyway, I wish I could be at the Dublin Dopefest. It’s just the sort of gathering I’d let my sister attend…if my sister was a loud, dirty, boozy girl.
Hey, guess what! I made tatertots for lunch, in honor of tatertot. Well, actually because it’s all I had in my fridge. Good with salt, pepper, and ketchup! mmmm-mmmmm
So, if I emailed y’all my phone number, would I get a drunken phone call?
Well, I got my phone call today!!!
I was actually taking a nap before my third shift tonight at work when the phone rang. I answered it, fully expecting it to be my husband. Instead, there was a very pleasant male voice who inquired as to whether or not he was speaking with Beth. Thinking it was a telemarketer, I contemplated saying that I wasn’t home but something made me think twice. Then, I was informed that this was, in fact, my phone call from Dublin (I was actually speaking to the wonderful and amazing TwistofFate!!) and all the Dublin Dopers yelled into the phone!
Now, I know what you are thinking, didn’t I think it was strange to be getting a call from an Irish telemarketer? Well, no I didn’t because John didn’t exactly have the overwhelming Irish accent I thought he would! (BTW, ladies, he has a beautiful voice!) In fact, even though I was warned that Spiny Norman had a rather strong accent, I had no problems understanding him at all, either! The only trouble I had understanding people was right after tatertot squealed in my ear!
They were all well on their way to getting drunk. Again! It was great to be able to hear the voices of these people! Also, I would just like to say that Coldfire sounds exactly like I thought he would!
Anyway, I promised them I would bump their threads so you guys could vicariously share in some of their debauchery!
P.S. They are taking pictures!!!
Just put Coldy in a taxi and now have to clean the kitchen :eek:
What a wkend. All the traveling Dopers and friends/SO’s rocked.
Coldy, Globe_Trotter, Izzy(Globies friend) and myself did the Guinness tour today and sank a few dark one’s in the pub on site. Another great day.
Now I have to recover so I’m ready for the bastard child of Dubdope when Globie returns to Dublin next Sun. after touring the countryside. My poor liver 
But apart from that: What a weekend. The Dopers rock! - and Dublin is perhaps the friendliest city I’ve ever visited. Amazing.
Some things I’ve learned (in no particular order):
-Never show up at a Dope meeting half a nights sleep short. -Irish breakfasts are marvellous, especially at one in the afternoon.
-Tiger beer is downright delicious.
-Whoever came up with the idea of a literary pubcrawl is a genius.
-Guiness tastes so much better when consumed within sight of the brewery.
-Living in Germany does not improve one’s spoken English.
-Dopers (& associates) are some of the nicest people on the planet.
-The Dublin women are gorgeous, but that’s of little or no relevance when you’re surrounded by Lady Dopers.
-I’m getting to old for dormitory accomodation.
Yojimbo: Thanks for your hospitality, that was one mean party - I hope you’ll get the house clean eventually, but I suspect it’s going to be a longer process.
And to the rest of the DubDopers, including those who were there in spirit: Wow. Did anyone take any minutes, BTW ?
S. Norman
Can you believe I just got home? It only took me what, 11 1/2 hours from door to door? Pity me, your poor tatertot.
This weekend was great except for the lack of sleep and food and the excess of beer and spirits. I will spare you the blow by blow account until tomorrow, when I am back to my usual perky mood.
BTW, CB if you are reading this you are so dead mister! Unless you really are dead and then my worst fears will be confirmed. Eeeek! E-mail me tomorrow and let me know you got home okay, or I am calling your mommy.
This will be incomplete, since it’s impossible in a group this size to know everything that went on. Maybe it’s better that way, knowing that lot!
My journey started off on a bad foot, what with me almost missing the plane and all. Then I managed to get good and lost within Dublin itself, since nobody, including me seemed to know where my hostel was (in my haste, I forgot my map). So, I decide to call Twisty who was kind enough to give me directions. Unfortunately they were the wrong directions!! Lucky for him, I had an epiphany after hanging up the phone: I am an American! I don’t have to walk! It’s damned unpatriotic of me even to try. So, I took a cab.
Once at the hostel, I had the same problems as Snorman checking in, their computer was down, so instead of having a nice nap, I settled down with a coke and Cadbury’s bar. Mmmmmm. No sooner than my ass hit the couch, in walks my beloved S. Norman, woo hoo! I’m glad we had the chance to have a nice little private reunion, before the others arrived. We’ll always have CopeDope, Normy!
The two of us settled by the window and waited for the others to arrive. This is where the cultural differences started coming into play. My sweet Dane went immediatly & efficiently to work making a sign to let the others know we were there. Me, I just jumped up and down excitedly when ever any one promising walked by and beat on the glass. I think I smooched and hugged everyone at least twice!
When the small group of us finally had gathered (me, S. Norman, TwistyCB, Trion & Mrs. Trion, Globey & Izzy) we decided to go in search of food. It took a while but we finally found a nice pub that served food and drink and set to work. What fun we had! I’m not sure what we ate, I think it was Spainish…I was so hungry but too excited and busy talking to eat. We talked about the Trion’s journey and other assorted things. The only problem was, as I said that the group was so big (even at this point) that we couldn’t all talk together. I was playing musical chairs all evening, trying to be sure to talk to everybody.
To be continued…
After we were feed and watered, we went to the Odeon to meet up with the others. Just as we were walking up along came Yoji and Coldy, and then we commenced with more smooching and hugging. Wow. They are soooo cute! We went inside and found a table big enough to for all of us, and what a lot of us there were! We had:
Me
S. Norman
Mr Trion
Mrs. Trion
Globe-Trotter
Izzy (friend of Globey)
Yoji
Coldy
Micilin
Pergau
Ruadh
Perhaps there were others, it gets fuzzy at this point. I can’t even begin to tell y’all what all we talked about, suffice it to say it was anything and everything! Somehow, although I only went up to the bar once, my drink stayed full all night long. Ah, what a magical place Dublin is! Again, I had to play musical chairs to keep up with everything. The Lepre-Cam came out, and if I can get my scanner up this morning, I’ll post a few of the pictures.
I passed along the official Doper Notebook, that I bought at CopeDope and people wrote notes in them. Can’t read most of them, but I’ll try and make a transcription later.
We finally headed out sometime after closing, can’t remember when that was. The men walked us back to the hostel, and there was more smooching and hugging. We agreed to meet up the following morning for breakfast and touring.
To be continued…
Damnit–I want pictures of a nekkid Twisty!!
Sorry to disappoint Beth, but to my knowledge, they didn’t get me naked all weekend!
It was great to hear your voice too!! Hope I didnt scare ya!
No, your voice was wonderful! Okay, so I can resign myself to the fact that there are no naked pictures of you. However, I am very disappointed that there is a picture of your butt and it is posted on-line but I cannot see it!!!
The next morning, S. Norman and I got up at the uncivilized hour of 8:30 and wandered around waiting for everybody to meet up with us. After we gathered the group (me, S. Norman, Coldy, Yoji, Globe-Trotter, Izzy and Twisty) we went out for a geniune Irish Breakfast. I tried black pudding! I found out I don’t like blood in my pudding. It was very nice though, even though I still have bruises on my arms from eating next to the left-handed Twisty.
We decided we needed some culture and headed to Trinity College to see the Book Of Kells. Amazing! I’ll not go into the wonders of illuminated manuscripts here, but suffice it to say that it is a must see in Dublin. The library upstairs was amazing, too, just gorgeous.
By then, it was too late to get any more culture, so me & Yoji went grocery shopping while the rest of the gang hung out in the pub. Slackers! We joined them with bags and bags of food and had time for a quick pint before catching a taxi to Yoji’s for the party.
To be continued…
quick Hijack
Some of the books on display included “the Sturdy young Canadian”, a victorian childrens book, “The History of the Masonic order” first edition and extremely rare. and “A guide for women working in the Political and Social Environment”. This was a really rare book, and extremely slim… I kid you not.
the three of these books were in a Victorian Bound Book exhibition.
After a pleasant cabride to Yoji’s house, where I got the piss thoroughly taken out of me, we decided to set up for the party. That’s when I discovered that last night when micilin told me that Yoji had nothing in his kitchen, he wasn’t saying that for show. Imagine, if you will, trying to cook dinner for a dozen or so people with just 3 pots (small), 1 frying pan and one baking dish. No cutting board or mixing bowls to be found! Or measuring cups, for that matter. We had to eat in shifts cause there weren’t enough plates! I think I deserve a medal for producing an edible dinner under the circumstances! 
I also found out that there is nothing funnier than watching an Irishman (Yoji’s roomie, tell him I said hi!) try a jalepeno pepper for the first time. Poor baby! Then I decided to be a smart ass and pour habanero sauce directly on my tongue…of course, Twisty couldn’t let me show him up so he did the same! I guess he thought he could handle it after we disgusted everyone the night before by drinking Tabasco sauce. Bwahahahahaha! So, we had to coat the poor things lips with creme fraiche and leave it there until the hotness went away. Too bad I was laughing too hard to take a picture of that.
Everyone had a great time, just talking and laughing and playing cars & playstation. Me & Twisty had a great time in the cubby and couldn’t understand why nobody wanted to get in the cubby with us. It was marvelous! See, if you lay outside in Yoji’s hall with your feet and butt in the cubby, it’s the most wonderful sensation…the top of you being warm and the bottom being cool. I feel like it was a real bonding experience for us.
Then it was time to get out of the cubby and cook fajitas, so I went and took a walk around the block to sober up enough to be able to handle sharp instruments. At this point, I’d like to point out that Yoji’s other rommie makes a most excellent manly bitch. There was no can opener so he opened up the cans with a knife. I was quite impressed! What a stud!
We got to talk to Canadian Sue on the phone and it was great! I love her so much!
Then, we tried calling evilbeth but nobody answered, so we spent another hour or two enjoying ourselves. I’m not sure what we talked about, but I think I’ve ruined Yoji’s carpeting. Sorry, sweetie. 
While waiting to call evilbeth, Twisty fell asleep and I fell asleep trying to wake him up so that we could call. Then, all those bastards at the hostel went home leaving me all alone in a house with five of the finest hunks of European man meat in Dublin, what jerks!!! I woke up and wandered into the living room, where Yoji took one look at me and took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom and made me sleep. What a gentleman! I felt very bad the next morning as I got to sleep on a nice double bed while the three guys were all squished together in the living room on couches and chairs and little mats. But then again, I deserve to be treated like a princess, don’t I?
To be continued…
:eek: A understocked kitchen!! The shame
Tater made the best of the situation and made a great meal which kept us all happy throughout the night. A huge amount of drink was drank ( I know coz I had to bag them last night). It was a really good night and it looked like everyone had a great time.
The carpet is fine and no structual damage was done. I can’t say the same for everyone’s liver however.
I finally got to hear Rush and they are very good( old rocker that I am, that not a big surprize).
Anyone with a playstation should get Micro Maniacs. It looks liike one of the silliest games ever made but it is so much fun when you’ve multi-tapped it for four players and are very drunk. We all just laughed our asses off playing it.My house mates had a ball aswell and have said y’all are welcome back any time.
Great party.
As was said before I woke up bright and early at 7:30 in the morning at Yoji’s house. I woke up Twisty, to order me a cab, but we decided that was too much effort and instead waited for the others to wake up. And waited and waited and waited. At one point, Yoji’s alarm clock went off and you should have seen the look on his face as he trudged upstairs to turn it off! :eek: We thought he would come back down, straightaway, but alas he went back to bed so we were left to amuse ourselves. Not easy when you’re too tired and hungover to do anything more strenous than lift a beer!
We tried cleaning up but the site of the mess made me feel pukey, TwistyCB was nice enough to try scrubbing the sink but the sound of that made me ouchie in the head, so we decided to just sit and wait. And wait and wait and wait. We thought about waking them up, but after seeing the look on Yoji’s face…well, frankly we didn’t have the balls.
After a brief 5 hour wait Coldy and Yoji finally woke up and we all showered and changed. Well, they got to change, I hadn’t any clean clothes with me. And I had to use the manly soap instead of the flowers and sunshine scent I am used to…it felt good to be a manly lass for a day. Yoji figured out a brilliant plan to let the others know we were running a few hours late! I don’t know why me & TwistyCB didn’t think of using the phone…Yoji is definately the brains of our operation!
Soooo, by the time we all met up for breakfast it was 2 pm! Needless to say the rest had all eaten, so us poor manly folks went hungry. We went to the National Musuem, which had many fine artifacts including the famous Tara Brooch. Very nice. Poor S. Norman had to defend his horrid Viking ancestors, but I didn’t feel one bit sorry for him since I spent the entire weekend defending the entire U.S. of A. Coldy is this close to having his liberation taken away! He’d better watch his step.
After the museum, we decided to take an open top bus tour to at least have a quick look at the sights. Dublin is absolutely splendid, and I shall have to go back one day and do it justice. We had great fun on the bus ride, esp. making fun of the bus driver/tour guide/balladeer. We have no respect!
Then, of course it was off to the pub to have another pint while we waited for the pub crawl to start. What fun! Me & Izzy totally bonded over the subject of skanks, and I threatened to take of my bra, but nobody seemed scared.
The Literary Pub crawl came next, and I can not express how wonderful it was. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, right down to trying to slam down as much beer as possible at each stop. Izzy and I thoroughly mortified Globe-Trotter by toasting to everything and everyone under the sun, up to and including our black bras.
Sadly, the Pub Crawl had to end and we went to yet another pub. We still hadn’t figured out that going to bed late makes one feel lousy. We had an absolute riot at the last pub, and took tons of pictures on the lepre-cam.
After last call, we had to leave. Twisty and me went back to the hostel to get his guitar and the rest went to a kebab house to have dinner. Which I never got around to eating that day, not that I’m complaining. I said my goodbyes to my sweet Cubby Bear and somehow stumbled up to bed.
Next morning was totally dull for me, all I got to do was say goodbye to Yoji and Coldy and my two wimmins, Izzy and Globe-Trotter. The rest of the day was spent sitting around in airports, cabs, train stations, planes and trains. While they went to the Guiness Brewery, the bastards!
I had one of the best weekends ever, and I’m so glad I got to know y’all. Everyone is more than welcome to come visit me in Heidelberg whenever they wish!
Coming up later today: What tater really thought of all the dopers!
“It’s the American Way!”
ducks and runs
Hey gang! Glad everybody seems to have more or less recovered. I’m stuck doing laundry, can you believe it? sigh
Query : how many pubs did we visit? :eek:
I had an absolute blast meeting you all. You people are wonderful!
Yojimbo, that was one hell of a party. Tiger Beer… mmmmm. Thanks for your hospitality, and for dragging us around town. You rock! See you Sunday. Get your liver ready…
Coldfire, you were exactly as I thought you would be. It was a pleasure getting shitfaced in your company! Hope we can do it again. You rock!
Tater, you are one nutty wimmin. Thanks for feeding us! I had a great time toasting whatever the hell it was we were toasting. Hope we can meet again soon!
Spiny, Izzy and I had a blast at the museum with you. Let’s do it again soon!
Twisty, thanks for taking care of a bunch of mad women. Hope you will recover nicely from your ordeal…
Trion, it was nice (albeit too brief!) meeting you and your wife. Hope we didn’t embarrass you too much.
I absolutely love Ireland and will be back at some point. Hide your men and your beer!