"irish girls don't grind"

So the past two days have been one big green blur. Yesterday was our last day of class and since we had clinic duty we got up REALLY early, caught the bus, and headed to DCU. They have a student run clinic where anyone, not just athletes can go and get checked out. I really enjoyed practicing my assessment skills and was happy I could teach some of the DCU students some new manual muscle test techniques and rehab exercises. We ended with classes and then headed back towards town to do some exploring and shopping. IT WAS SO CROWDED…AND GREEN

After we were shopped out, we went back to the hostel and got ready for our St. Patrick’s Day eve extravaganza. It’s obvious that I’m am blogging a day late (sorry I’m not sorry) and I feel the need to share what I wrote down when I woke up this morning to jog my memory for later blogging:

class-shopping-walked around forever for dinner-best fish and chips-walked around forever to find off license-Susan's-night club-insanity-a petit drunk

And now for the more in depth version: After a brief photo shoot in the bottom of our hostel that was not so different than freshman year in the lobby of the dorms, we headed into Temple Bar to find somewhere for all of us to eat. I guess we forgot that like eight million people caravan to Dublin for St. Patrick’s Day because it was super crowded and we probably walked around for at least an hour until we found somewhere that would seat us. Go figure. Erica and I split probably the best fish and chips (and mushy peas!) that I’ve ever had-Take that Leo Burdoch’s!!

jerm & alex

before our night out

chandler and I, so color coordinated

So after we were properly fed we all headed towards Susan’s place for a wee gathering before we headed out to the clubs. On the way, we had our first off license experience. Off license, for those who don’t know, is the fun little Irish word for creepy liquor store. This “store” was probably the same size as my walk in closet, with a little place for everyone to queue up and the rest was a glassed in area for the cashier to sit in, surrounded with alcohol. We put money in a little box, and he slid the alcohol out through another box. Very weird, very sketchy, moral of the story, American liquor stores are better (not that I’ve ever been in one….) Once armed with our hydration tools of choice, we walked across the street to Susan’s where we hung out and enjoyed ourselves until we decided it was time to walk to the clubs. This time we went to the Palace, which was right next to Copper Face Jack’s (the club we went to the first night). I guess that it was a typical club, since I don’t really have a vast knowledge of clubs, I don’t know what to compare it to, but it was loud, packed, expensive, and had lots of flashing lights which is how I picture the majority of European clubs. We were definitely in rare form dancing alllll over the place. Around four o’clock we made our way out of the club and were introduced to the best food EVER-Garlic fries. All they were fries with a garlicky mayo on top, but no lie, one of the better things I’ve eaten in my lifetime. After our hilarious seven hundred mile hike home we continued the hilarity a little while longer and then passed out excited for the St. Patrick’s Day festivities that were awaiting us

ohhhh erica