My first day in Ireland was fantastic. Long, but fantastic. The second day would prove to also be rather long.
It starts off, actually, with how the first day ended. After getting some food, it was aabout 10 at night. the jet lag, time difference and beer was kitting pretty hard. We went back to dad’s, he phoned up Dierdre, who had her daughter (my cousin) Fiona come around to get me. Since dad has a one bedroom house, there wasn’t much space for me. Dierdre has an extra bedroom, so that’s where I was to stay.
I had met Dierdre before when she came out to Seattle for a visit. Unfortunately, when I arrived at her house I was in no shape to visit. It might have been close to 11 by the time I arrived, and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. A quick hug hello, and I was pointed to my bed. I fell asleep right off.
That jet lag will sneak up on you. About 3 in the morning, I woke up. My body thought it was much later and that I was to get up and start my day. My brain was mad and wanted to sleep off the beer. After about an hour I finally got up. I plugged in my computer and charged up my Zune and cameraphone though the USB connection. Then I typed out the previous blog entry. Now it’s about 5 in the morning and I’m going to try to go back to sleep. I think I’m still a little drunk. I lost count of how many pints of Guinness I had. 5? 6? I know it wasn’t a lot, but when combined with the time difference, jet lag and lack of food, it can really affect you.
Then again, maybe I’m just making up excuses.