This morning was hell. Turned down going out to get sleep, but tossed and turned all night and morning long. I think i was preoccupied with the weather, which sucked. Fell asleep around 530 or so, and woke up at 730. After debating with Mattie/Matt/Andy, we decided to go to Cobh with the rest of the group (minues MB, and Hannah^2, and Kevan. Ha, i just made that up). The rain was falling sideways and there were gale force winds. We found the train station, but the funny thing is was we got the tickets and nobody checked. We went all the way to Cobh without having to show our tickets. When we got to Cobh, it was cool, but the wind was howling. I was glad we did not do Ballycotton today, as we all would have gotten pneumonia. Cobh was a quaint town, but the centerpiece was St. Colman’s cathedral. We walked up there, and the wind was blowing so hard, I jumped vertically and moved about 6 inches before I landed. You could lean against the wind and be supported. We walked into the church and it was cool. Took pictures, and we could hear the wind surging outside. Then, Matt and Mattie and I walked up a cul-de-sac and talked about how we get enjoyment out of small things. Mattie found 3 Euro on the ground! We then went to a beach, and skipped rocks. It was fun, but the wind took all the rocks. There was garbage everywhere at the beach though. It was an extremely good thing we wore waterproof pants, because we were still soaking by the time we got into Supermac’s for lunch. Matt and Andy and Mattie and I sat there for an hour and talked about funny things like cannibalism, puppy mills, and eating rare forms of meat, like human. We talked about who on the trip would be the best eating. I said it was me because I have enough fat. Andy said “If I ever have to get anything amputated, I’m gonna ask if I can keep the meat. Maybe I can make calf jerky!” We used the 3 euro mattie found to buy a muffin topped with ice cream! It was so damn good. We then went to the Cobh museum. It was nice, albeit a bit small. They had interesting info, such as the Titanic had 2 15k and one 16k horsepower motors! Dang, that ship had 46,000 horsepower. They also talked about how the irish emigrated during the potato famine, and where they went. Some irish went to austrailia as prisoners, some went to Argentina even! After the museum we caught a train back. Andy and I made high pitched noises.I found an umbrella, and was fixing it because it was bent. I was so into the umbrella that I walked straight into a tree! Everyone lol’ed.
So after unsuccessfully trying to take a nap, Matt and I went to Tesco. I was going to grab some beer, specifically Beamish, to give Marybeth as payback. I bend over to grab a four pack and then hear Matt yell “Eric watch out!!” Suddenly, the 4 cans inside the pack I grabbed and another four pack fall onto the floor and explode! My vision is blocked as Beamish splatters me in the face! It sprays out in all directions instantly, and covers the rest of the beers on display, the guy next to me (who yelps and runs away), Matt, and the floor! It all happened so fast, the first thing I realize is that I am bent over still, staring at a huge brown foamy puddle that takes up the surrounding 10 feet. I think “how did this puddle get here?” and then realize that I made the mess! My next thought is, “oh shit”. So then I start picking up the cans that are strewn about the floor. A total of three had burst open. I pick up the cans, and then I see Wojciech, my favorite Polish employee at Tesco. I say “Hey Wojciech, I spilled the beer.” He is initially confused, because I knew his name without him wearing a nametag. Probably thinks im a creeper now. Anyways, he sees that I have put the broken cans in my cart, because I was under the impression “you break it you buy it”. But he says “get a new one and stay here” and gets the manager. They come and start to mop up, and I say “Shouldn’t I pay for the ones I broke?” and the girl says “don’t worry about it”. Cool! So Matt and I brink our beer soaked bodies and sopping groceries to the checkout, pay, and leave. As we are walking back, Matt pipes up with: “You know what I liked best about you exploding the beer? Some Beamish landed in my mouth. Yum…” Perfect comment, Matt. I love you.
