So, due to my last rant of the couple having sex in my hostel room, I requested a room change.
My luck began to turn!
I made it to my new room to find an Australian girl who is my age, and has my exact sense of humour. We got along right off the bat.
She told me about her life in Australia, and all these stories she has about travelling across the world.
I envy her, really. She’s experienced some of the most incredible things in the world, and all I can say is that I came from the great white north of Canada…
We went down to the bar in the hostel and grabbed a cocktail.
We were approached by a 26 year old Irishman named Chris. He was running a pub crawl to 5 of the most popular bars in Dublin.
We decided to tag along with the group, and we were in for quite the wild ride.
The group consisted of about 38 university students, all drunk of their asses. And I happened to be one of them.
We started at the first pub where people were screaming Christmas carols into the karaoke machine, lights were hanging everywhere, an spirits were higher than the clouds.
Bar two, much more spacious. Chris decided to get a tad friendly with me, and he started buying me drinks. I could barely slur out words by the time we left.
Bar three, the Irishmen decided to be quite intrigued by the Canadian girl in the bar.
“Where ya from?”
“FUCK OFF. No way you’re from Canada!”
I definitely wasn’t liking the attention, so I excused myself to stumble my way to the door.
Bar four was much nicer than all the others, lit with Christmas lights and trees, Cafe snacks being served until the late AM.
Chris continued to buy me drinks, and eventually, he started getting pictures of me in front of the Christmas tree and the hostel we were across from.
He was taking quite the interest in me, and I was starting to panic a little.
Bar five was fucked up.
A live band was playing, and I went to go sit at the bar with a few of the locals. An older man approached me. Maybe around the age of 45. He was wearing a blue tracksuit and runners.
“I’m out of place here.”
In an attempt to close the conversation, I said “You look fine, go ask anyone.”
He started getting closer to me, telling me that he’s the fifth richest man in Ireland because his father is an executive at some company he didn’t know the name of… Believable.
Hearing all of this, Chris finally stepped in.
“Mate, that’s my girlfriend.” Panic mode.
I couldn’t look the man in the eye. I fiddled with my hands and looked at my shoes.
“Is she, mate?” He stepped closer to me again.
“Yeah, you best be on your way now.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” That was directed to me.
The man splashed his drink on me, and walked off.
That was it. Time to go home. I didn’t want to stay out any later.
The group of us all went back to the hostel and said our goodnights.
That was my day yesterday…