Friday night I went out with Jahna and Meghan down to City Centre where we went to a bunch of bars. We started off at a place called Palace Bar that Jahna and Meghan go to ridiculously often and then went to some club that was filled with mainly all gay guys! Apparently this weekend was a bunch of gay pride parades and all the gay guys decided to go to this one club! Haha. Well Jahna decided to get a martini and we were sitting at the bar when this one very gay guy walked past us with a feather boa… Jahna looked at him and told him he looked fabulous (which he did)! So he proceeded to stop and buy us all drinks! We all did jaggerbombs and then talked for a bit. He gave me his feather boa too, which I was pretty stoked about! It’s the color of the Irish flag (Green, White, and Orange) and will be a great (free!) souvenir to bring home!

In order to get into that club you had to let them put two streaks of red face paint on your cheek. Whatev! We didn’t really care but then after the 'gay' club we went to another bar that looked cool and were told they were “too classy” a bar for face paint. Seriously?! A 'classy' Irish Pub- isn’t that an oxymoron!? But again, not a big deal, we just moved on to the next pub! Hehe

We wound up at the Stag’s Head but they were closed. Luckily, Jahna is our sweet talker and she got the bartenders to give us a bottle of beer. We stayed there for a bit and talked to the bartenders as they closed up, and they actually wound up giving us a couple of free beers so it worked out well!

On our way to the next pub we ran into two guys from America and one of them was from Chicago! It turns out he’s from the Barrington / Schaumburg area!! Small world!! We talked to them for a bit and then headed to Doyle’s to hang out there, plus I think Jahna wanted to dance a bit. Around this point Meghan had gone home and it was just Jahna and me. We wound up meeting two Irish girls there and went back to their apartment for a couple of drinks, which was a lot of fun. It’s amazing how friendly the Irish are! We hung out there for a bit and then finally got back to campus around 5am… yeah, it was a looong night! But so much fun… until the next morning that is!

I counted it up when I was talking with my mom and it turns out I had eleven (!) drinks Friday night… luckily I only paid for about three of them so little harm came to my wallet. But I woke up Saturday extremely sick! I’ll save you the gross details but in the words of my dad, I spent most of the morning ‘praying to the porcelain god.’

I assumed I was just hungover but at the same time found this odd because normally I can hold my liquor and rarely actually get sick from it! Plus I didn’t have any other hangover symptoms, like a headache or anything. It wasn’t until about 7pm last night when I was still feeling sick that I began to realize something must be wrong. I began to notice that my throat was hurting really bad, which again I had just put off to being hungover and sick. But once I looked in the mirror I realized I had strep throat! I went to a clinic that night, which only confirmed what I already knew!

Unfortunately the pharmacies were already closed so I had to wait until this morning to be able to go and get my meds. Of course if I had realized earlier in the day that I was sick and not hungover I probably could have caught it sooner… but oh well! I was just glad to know that I can still hold my liquor after all! ;-)

I’m going to take tomorrow off of work because I’m still contagious and don’t want to get any of my coworkers sick. Also I don’t want to push myself too hard and just make it worse, missing one day certainly won’t kill me! I was just glad that the strep came this weekend and not next weekend when I’ll be in Germany! Oh, have I mentioned that yet? I’m going to Munich, Germany next weekend, which should be TONS of funs!! I’ll make sure to take lots of pics and update my blog once I get back… Hopefully I’ll be feeling much better by then!

Still though being sick in a foreign country so far from home certainly isn't the greatest thing in the world! Whenever I'm sick it obviously just makes me miss my parents and family even more, especially my dad! You know when you get to that point of being sick where you should eat something or it's just going to make you more sick (about the point I'm at now) but you don't want to because it either hurts to eat (owie, my throat!) or you're afraid it will make you more sick? Well I don't know how he does it but whenever I get to this point my dad is the only person that can ever get me to eat something! It's like a talent, hehe. My mom will tell me over and over that I need to eat something or I'm just going to get more sick and I never listen because I'm too busy thinking about how sick I currently feel. But somehow my dad will start talking to me and before I know it I'm eating the scrambled eggs he's made for me. Yummy, scrambled eggs! Anytime I'm sick and away from home all I wish is that my dad was there to make me scrambled eggs! Or when I got my wisdom teeth pulled a few winters ago and I wouldn't eat anything- my dad made me mashed potatoes I think three times a day for a week! My dad makes the best mashed potatoes!!

Anyway, being out on my own means that being sick on my own is just one of the many things I have to manage through... Like I said, hopefully I'll be feeling much better soon! Until then, I'll just imagine the mashed potatoes I'm eating were made by my dad (even though I know if that were true they'd taste much better!)

written by  kmr788 on June 28, 2009 from Dublin, Ireland
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I'm not Surprise about the boa, but surely a classy Ireland pub is not easy to find :)

written by  Nadia Ennings on June 29, 2009

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