Wrapped Up In Books

St Paddy’s in Dublin (Finally)

I meant to get around to writing about this ages ago, but unfortunately timing was against me. After much planning (read: booking flights twice back in autumn and then a place to stay, but nothing much more than me owning a Top 10 Dublin that I found in a hostel in Edinburgh), my roommate and I ventured over to Dublin for St Patrick’s Day.

It’s been a dream of mine for awhile to do this, and I’m seriously chuffed I went, but it wasn’t without its hitches.

We arrived on St Paddy’s itself, and were amazed to learn that we had booked a hotel and not a hostel for the same price. Showers you don’t have to wear flippy-floppies in are such a godsend. We weren’t directly in Temple Bar, which afforded us the ability to sleep at night, too.

While accessing Temple Bar we made the huge mistake of cutting through O’Connell Street where the parade was just finishing (1pm). People were perched on every surface in an attempt to catch a glimpse of goers-by.


Drink counts from here on in, approximated or exact, will be in parentheses. Our first stop (2pm-ish) was the Oliver St John Gogarty pub (2 Magners) where we met a bunch of Torontonians from the King and Bathurst area, then go the Auld Dubliner (2 Magners, 1 Guinness) where we met a bunch of Aussies who we then went to a horrible dinner with at the terrible Hard Rock Cafe (blech: 1 Magners). A 60-ish year old woman fell at the Auld Dubliner and smashed her face on the floor, cutting her eyelid open. My roommate told her I was a nurse (I’m not), and I ferried her to the bathroom to stop the free-flowing-due-to-being-pissed-drunk blood pouring out. I found a random fabric band-aid in my purse and slapped that on her, and she was ok. A girl from Washington State in the bathroom told me I sounded Irish but I think she was just drunk, too.


After dinner we all went to Buskers (some weird pub-nightclub hybrid) for a quick drink (1 Magners), then back to the Gogarty for at least a few more pints before going to The Temple Bar. Things get hazy, and I know we ended at O’Brien’s where some dude helicoptering across the dancefloor smashed my pint into the ground (retrospectively hilarious) and he gave me his ridiculous St Pat’s themed hat when he bought me a new drink. All I remember is that drinks here were 11 Euro each – f-ing robbery! At some point my roommate calls me an asshole three times in earnest. We each took out 100 Euro upon arriving in Dublin and she burnt through it before reaching O’Brien’s so I picked up her tab. Naturally, Murphy’s Law would work best in the pub with the most expensive drinks.

The next day we did a tour through the city; we saw the Book of Kells at Trinity College Dublin (why does no one better advertise the Long Hall Library within it?! Most gorgeous library I think I’ve ever seen), then stopped for a sandwich on South Great George’s Street where the music shop across the street looked strangely familiar. I took a photo just in case it matched what I had in mind:


Well, guess what! It was exactly what I thought it was (but they renovated and so I didn’t recognise the interior, hence not going in): THE MUSIC SHOP FROM ONCE! FUCKING ONCE!!! (Also known as the film that launched a bajillion tears from my eyeballs, I loved it and love it so much.)

Anyway, onwards: we hit both Christchurch and St Patrick’s Cathedrals, though money was waning so I went into only the latter. It was still mindblowingly beautiful, and I loved the quirky hand-embroidered and unique pillows for kneeling. I wondered why no one had stolen any of them then realised that each had a small chain attaching it to its respective chair.


We also ventured to the National Museum of Ireland (unfortunately not so impressive), then, after a half-year hiatus, I tucked into some sushi at Yamamori. We went back to St Patrick’s Cathedral for a kind of crappy concert by some high schoolers flown in from somewhere in the US Midwest, left early from that, and ended with quiet(er) drinks.

North SIDER or south SIDER?

North sider or south sider?

(Thanks to T for explaining the north/south side separation to me.)

Goodbye, Dublin, I hope to come back to you soon.

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awesomeness. although you’d think with the way the economy is going, they would lower the price of a pint.
also, re: bulmer’s sign, i think it’s probably just referring to the city itself. the north side used to be kind of sketch but, as with everything else there, has been gentrified in the last 15 years-ish.

Comment by t biscuit

I hadn’t thought of that (the Liffey divide)! It all looks the same on both sides now though I do know the north side was supposed to be more working-class.

That puts my mind at ease! Thanks, T!

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