I arrived in Dublin in the early afternoon, Abbey (that’s @ahesser on Twitter and the author behind the fabulous site, A Chick with Baggage) and her friend, Brian, greeted me at the airport.

That was the last time in five days there was absolutely no alcohol coursing through my blood (sorry, Mom and Dad).

The following is an excerpt from my liver’s journal:

Day 1:

After you checked into Abbey Court, the hostel on River Liffey just across from Temple Bar, you went to eat.

And by eat, you clearly  meant drink with a side of lunch.

So what if Brian had started a tradition earlier during their travels in Ireland — every time he ordered a beer (Guinness) he had to order a shot of Jameson on the side? You didn’t  have to do the same.

But, you did. And then you had another beer.

When it came time to move your bags from the storage room to the dorm, you didn’t need  to cross the river to Temple Bar to do some exploring … but you did.

And by exploring, you clearly meant more drinking.

Sure, you meant to go for only one drink, but soon it turned into an entire evening at Auld Dubliner. Followed by drinks near the hostel, followed by a not-so-sober Indian dinner.

Day 2:

D, you did it again.

First, it was a tour of  the Jameson distillery.

I must be the luckiest liver in the world — you were chosen as the whiskey taster at Jameson, which meant not only did I get to enjoy (if that’s what we are calling it) a complimentary glass of whiskey at the end of the tour, but also a taste test complete with Scottish and American whiskey.

You may now be a whiskey fan, but damn. After awhile, it just hurts.

In case Jameson wasn’t enough, then you went and headed to Guinness and toured the old brewery. Of course, at the end of the tour, there was more drinking when you received a complimentary Guinness. The three of you sipped your delicious and beautiful stout from the top of the building at Gravity Bar. While the bar did provide you all with stunning 360-degree views of Dublin, was the Guinness really necessary? Really?

When you returned to the hostel, I thought I would have time to recover, but noooo. Abbey did some work and you and Brian just had to sip on Jameson and Coke,and then head out a few hours later back to Temple Bar for more drinks.

Ugh.

Day 3:

You are slowly killing me, D.

I don’t care if it is St. Patrick’s Eve. It was fun to go and pick up Abbey’s friend, Emily, from the airport and head to Galway, Abbey’s home for three months, in preparation for the next day’s festivities.

Yet, you felt it necessary to include a Bulmer’s with your lunch when your group stopped in a little town.

Then, that night, you ended up in the beautiful seaside town of Galway, celebrating St. Paddy’s Eve. You drank even more.

I think I may loathe you.

Day 4:

You brutal bitch.

Did you really start the St. Patrick’s celebration in the early afternoon with mimosas, then head out to town to drink with the locals until the wee hours of the morning? 

Did you really consume that many beers and shots?

Day 5:

Ha ha ha.

What’s the matter? You feel a little groggy? You can’t get out of bed.

Serves you right.

It’s called rebelling. You better get used to it if you plan on drinking like you are 21 every day.

Seriously. You deserve every ounce of pain you are feeling.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking the night off.

It is an absolute pleasure to be delightfully sober.

Do this again and I promise, I will kick your ass.

Love,

Your Recovering Liver

48 comments

  1. Hi D…. You went exactlywhere I tought you should. The Auld Dubliner in Temple Bar. was that not everything you thought it would be? I couldnt continue like that after the first 6 months of living there 9 years. It was the end of my drinkin days! Love you! have a great time. love your updates! m

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  2. Welcome to traveling! Since we started 10 months ago there’s few days where I haven’t had a drink or three. Not stumbling around each night by any means, but I am worried a bit how this constant supply of liquor may be hurting my liver. Or perhaps my liver has just gotten used to it. Either way, I think I’m going to have a few days of the shakes when I get back to Vancouver and detox for a bit.

    So prepare yourself and enjoy traveling! San Miguel is an awesome beer for Spain (and their wine ain’t half bad either), wine and vodka are cheap throughout Europe and you have to make sure to try the schnapps that’s everywhere!

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      1. But San Miguel is from the Phillipines! You should totally drink some Rioja region wine while in Spain, it’s the best.

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  3. Welcome to traveling! Since we started 10 months ago there’s few days where I haven’t had a drink or three. Not stumbling around each night by any means, but I am worried a bit how this constant supply of liquor may be hurting my liver. Or perhaps my liver has just gotten used to it. Either way, I think I’m going to have a few days of the shakes when I get back to Vancouver and detox for a bit.

    So prepare yourself and enjoy traveling! San Miguel is an awesome beer for Spain (and their wine ain’t half bad either), wine and vodka are cheap throughout Europe and you have to make sure to try the schnapps that’s everywhere!

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  4. My liver just had a similar conversation with me over the past week. We sure ain’t 21 anymore!! But yes, at times (and by this, I mean most times) it is necessary. CHEERS!

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  5. I’ve never met people who drink so much as the Irish! I went out with some Irish businessmen for dinner in Namibia on a Tuesday night (yes they had to work the next day) and they drank me under the table. I’m sure you enjoyed yourself though 😉

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  6. I think my liver gave my an evil look just reading this. But honestly, I couldn’t pass a Bulmers. God knows that when we were in London, Magners became more my friend than water (water was more expensive anyway!).

    I can’t party like a 21 year old anymore. But kudos to you for keeping up!

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