Packed up the car then got my washing done (no self-serve, they do it for you). Whilst waiting for my washing, I caught up on emails.
Bought up a coffee before picking up my washing and found out that in England stores and banks won't accept Ulster Bank pounds (and I had just been to the bank and withdrawn 200 worth!) I then went from petrol station to supermarket to laundry mat to buy things with the Ulster Bank pounds or convert them to Bank of England pounds as won't be using them again as leave Northern Ireland today. What a pain in the butt!!!!
On the road at 11am, and drove straight back to Dublin to meet Olly who was coming over for the weekend. I was so proud of myself that I found my way easily through the traffic to the hotel. Olly had arrived 15 minutes before me and checked in. It was 2pm by this stage and neither of us had had lunch so we headed out to get something to eat and have a wander around.
There was an art exhibition at St Stephen's Green so we had a quick look then found a place for a bowl of pasta and glass of wine.
Olly and I then spent the next couple of hours walking through St Stephen's Green park, Dublin city and the Temple Bar area. It really is such a compact city. At times we had light rain but not much.
We went back to our hotel and got ready to go out. A work colleague of Olly's lives in Dublin and was meeting us for a night out. Luckily Olly had thought to bring my dress from the UK, otherwise I would've still looked like a back packer.
Olly and I went to meet Dave at the Shelbourne Hotel, a very swank place that was obviously the place to go. We had a drink there then Dave took us to his Hibernian Club (a 170 year old men's only club). After a couple of drinks Dave let on that he had been out fox hunting earlier in the day and both he and his horse fell...the story went that he was given some drugs by vet (horse is ok), and a whiskey from a farmer..he didn't really say much about his injuries but appeared to be in a bit of pain.
The Club's restaurant was closed so at 10pm it was decided that Dave was treating Olly and I to a flash dinner. 2 bottles of wine later we got to Marco Pierre White...I could't believe that at 10.45pm they were still serving meals. My steak was gorgeous, and the walls of the restaurant were decorated with brilliant black and white photos of celebrities that would be worth a fortune. Meanwhile it was obvious that Dave's pain killers were reacting with the wine, however he refused to let his guests down and insisted we go out to an irish pub...by this time with his broad Irish accent and alcohol, he was even more entertaining, and more difficult to understand!
A cab was called and Olly and I ended up collapsing into bed about 2am. What a really great night in Dublin.
Bought up a coffee before picking up my washing and found out that in England stores and banks won't accept Ulster Bank pounds (and I had just been to the bank and withdrawn 200 worth!) I then went from petrol station to supermarket to laundry mat to buy things with the Ulster Bank pounds or convert them to Bank of England pounds as won't be using them again as leave Northern Ireland today. What a pain in the butt!!!!
On the road at 11am, and drove straight back to Dublin to meet Olly who was coming over for the weekend. I was so proud of myself that I found my way easily through the traffic to the hotel. Olly had arrived 15 minutes before me and checked in. It was 2pm by this stage and neither of us had had lunch so we headed out to get something to eat and have a wander around.
There was an art exhibition at St Stephen's Green so we had a quick look then found a place for a bowl of pasta and glass of wine.
Olly and I then spent the next couple of hours walking through St Stephen's Green park, Dublin city and the Temple Bar area. It really is such a compact city. At times we had light rain but not much.
We went back to our hotel and got ready to go out. A work colleague of Olly's lives in Dublin and was meeting us for a night out. Luckily Olly had thought to bring my dress from the UK, otherwise I would've still looked like a back packer.
Olly and I went to meet Dave at the Shelbourne Hotel, a very swank place that was obviously the place to go. We had a drink there then Dave took us to his Hibernian Club (a 170 year old men's only club). After a couple of drinks Dave let on that he had been out fox hunting earlier in the day and both he and his horse fell...the story went that he was given some drugs by vet (horse is ok), and a whiskey from a farmer..he didn't really say much about his injuries but appeared to be in a bit of pain.
The Club's restaurant was closed so at 10pm it was decided that Dave was treating Olly and I to a flash dinner. 2 bottles of wine later we got to Marco Pierre White...I could't believe that at 10.45pm they were still serving meals. My steak was gorgeous, and the walls of the restaurant were decorated with brilliant black and white photos of celebrities that would be worth a fortune. Meanwhile it was obvious that Dave's pain killers were reacting with the wine, however he refused to let his guests down and insisted we go out to an irish pub...by this time with his broad Irish accent and alcohol, he was even more entertaining, and more difficult to understand!
A cab was called and Olly and I ended up collapsing into bed about 2am. What a really great night in Dublin.
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