Not Counting the Day Anymore

I can no longer keep track of the days. They are all running together now.

Thursday night Tim and I went out with the roomies and some of there friends. It was very interesting. One of the guys that came along with us was from Holland. He was a crazy one. He was extremely touchy and Tim went into his protective mode. Everytime the Holland guy came over by me, Tim would put his arm around me. :)  Let me give an example of how weird this guy was. He told Kristen (my roommate) that she looked like a GOAT. When she said she was offended, he said it was meant as a compliment and reassured her that she was a hot goat.

Friday six of us went to the T-Bone Station. Bliss and I got there first and the waiter asked if there was just two of us. When I told the waiter that there would be six of us, he got extremely excited. I got a cheeseburger and fries and it was the most amazing meal I have ever had. Yay for American food. :) This restaurant also has ranch dressing!! Which is the first time I have seen it here.

We went out Friday night as well. Bliss came along this time. It was quite a night. We took the tram to Scholars Irish Pub. When we got off the tram I looked up to the tram driver and I thought I saw him wink at me. I did a double take and he winked at me a second time.

Bliss got a margarhita that came in a martini glass and cost 7 Euro. We have described it as tasting like Ass In A Glass. It didn't taste anything like a margarhita. But the bartender who made her drink was a sexy Irish man. We kept trying to convince Bliss to buy the bartender a drink, but of course she didn't.

Tim ordered a Long Island Ice Tea. The Irish bartender asked, "Are you serious?" Since this is a girly drink and Tim is obviously not a girl. I bought the bartender a drink (not the one that Bliss liked). I kept asking the Irish men to say Dublin, because I love their accents.

Today we attempted to do some sight-seeing but the weather wasn't so good. When we were leaving the apartment, our neighbor started yelling at us. He told us that there was no talking allowed in the apartment after 1am. Apparently he can hear everything, including our toilet flushing (which he also yelled at us about).

Just putting this out there, today is mine and Michael's one month. Which doesn't seem like anything special, but it is. :) 

The rest of today was spent laying around and doing homework. As well as napping. :)  Now it is way past my bed time.