21st

Happy birthday to me for my 21st on the 21st. Had a brilliant time with all my fellow chuggers. We were all living in an enormous house in Kilkenny, near a tiny village called Barry. There were about 16 of us living there, and as soon as the clock ticked over to the 21st everyone ran into my room with a candle and sang happy birthday then jumped on top of me haha. Good craic.

Having a brilliant time fundraising..

Heading to another party tonight, this time in Drogheda (droh-heh-duh). Currently in Dun Laoghaire (dun-leary). Gotta love Irish phonetics.

Must be off.

Pics: First is a little irish cottage. The door is just behind us. It was clearly made for hobbits. Second was taken from car window leaving a roaming party. Just some of the people I work with.

oh..

a "chugger" is a charity mugger. a street fundraiser. me!

chuggers!

... it's amazing the places life will take you..

two days ago i went to a party in cork.. took a four hour bus with three other fundraisers just to go to this crazy party... imagine a room full of people who are fundraisers for a living! they get told to stick it five times a day, but they keep going out being crazy and having a good time with strangers every day. so put them all in a room together, and that was my weekend. very confusing and fun, still not quite sure what happened.

i'm currently sitting in dublin airport at 3.18 in the morning after taking a three hour bus from galway. talked to an aussie guy called zak on the bus, who i'd met earlier on the street while i was working. i'm a little drunk, because my colleagues bought me drinks because i outdid them both today and it's only my second week. so we were sitting in a pub chatting with some women they'd met on the street yesterday, and a girl one of them met today, and a guy called eddie that i'd met today came along to talk to the girl who he was in the same hostel with. so we were craicing around with all these random people having a brilliant time and i almost missed my bus.

catching an early plane to brussels, then a train to amsterdam, then a bus to appelscha for a weekend of camping and being hippy-rific. hooray!

oh, and i'm working on my irish accent.. here goes... "c'mere to me, what's the craic?" .. what do you think?