Drunk In Dublin: Day #3, Everyone Is Irish On St. Patricks Day!
by Mike,posted Mar 23 2010 3:46PM
By this time my liver and brain are both scrambled beyond recognition. A steady stream of whiskey is starting to show it's effects. Getting in the elevator and not pushing a button, forgetting what day it is, having trouble communicating to the concierge where I was trying to go in Dublin. Once again, the mighty Irish Breakfast provides the fuel for my Jameson ridden organs to work properly for one more day. Bless the Bacon and the pudding.
Although we were not able to stay for then entire St. Patty's Day Parade here are a few observations:
The bars don't open in Dublin until the parade is over. Good move considering it runs for a few hours and they pack half a million people into the city from all over the world. This day is like Mardi Gras x10.
Most of the people we talked to were from everywhere else in the world besides Ireland. We met Canadian College girls, Italian clowns, Australian leprechauns, a family from Trinidad, Germans, French, and tons of drunk Americans. Mysteriously no Irish. Maybe we were in the visitors section.
The big Holiday item was the fake rubber ass that said "Pogue Mahon" on the cheeks. They were everywhere, and not just on asses.
When we arrived for the broadcast at the Old Jameson Distillery there was, once again, a fresh bottle waiting in our "work" area. The room where the Global Broadcast was happening contained 31 stations from 9 countries all broadcasting next to one another, with a bar that was pouring free whiskey all day. If it could only be like this everyday. At one point, the Mexicans started some kind of soccer discrepancy with the Paraguayans that ended up being one big Latin hug fest and victory chant. Then while speaking to the very beautiful Japanese DJ, Kaoru, the whiskey kicked in and somehow I ended up talking about American guys loving Anime Porn and Japanese girls in Catholic School outfits. She handled it like a pro, but once again, I embarrassed America. Also, thanks to Jason Fehan from WMMR in Philly for pelting me with french fries and condoms while I was trying to broadcast back to Boston. It only improved the show.
After we were done Broadcasting Under The Influence, they shipped us over to The Odessa where we had a lovely farewell dinner. We then adjourned to the VIP club upstairs where once again we had to imbibe in free whiskey and cigars. Toughest gig ever. The highlight of the evening was being hit on by a hot blonde Irish chick and her Spanish friend. Apparently this woman, who we will call Lisa(because that's what I was calling her, I'm not sure what her real name was) was looking for a fat Asian-American to bring home because she was tired of having sex with her Spanish friend and her husband at the same time. She told me she had spent 10 years in Bangkok with her father, for what I never found out. But this led me to believe she developed an thing for Asian guys, or so I'd like to think. Yeah she was shit faced, and weird, but this doesn't happen to me every week so I sucked it up as much as I could. I'm happily married and had no designs on going with her, but I couldn't just leave this situation. It was too funny. Eventually she passed out in the lap of the DJ from Sweden, "Dangerous" Dave The Viking, and we rolled back to the hotel.
It has taken a few days to recover and feel somewhat human again but it was a great trip. I highly suggest Dublin and Ireland as a future destination for everyone. It's a beautiful country with friendly laid-back people who like to get out of hand every now and then. But really, do it for the bacon.