things to do in Dublin when you're dead
- realize you have no money. As in, none. As in, how am I going to eat tonight? What am I going to do tomorrow?
- misread credit card statement and mistakenly believe you haven't been booked on bus tour, because after all you never got a confirmation email from tour group anyway
- cry
- call mom and brother, humiliated
- cry again as mom and brother are way way too giving and understanding about everything
- want to die
- miss tour
- go hunting for another hostel to hold you over the weekend while you figure out what to do
- perk up because at least you get a chance to see the Irish premiere of Emma Donoghue's play "I Know My Own Heart" about Regency society lesbian Ann Lister
- in course of finding another hostel, realize you were booked for tour and they were looking for you
- try not to cry
- suffer two moments of horrible indecision as you are forced to decide between Emma Donoghue and catching up with tour group
- decide on tour group since it turns out you did spend the money after all, even though all you want is to curl up somewhere and be alone and still
3 Comments:
Oh God. What a nightmare. I hope things improve on the tour.
Well, while you're sleeping in the hostel tonight, you can be comforted by the fact that, five years from now, over a glass of wine, you'll chuckle at this. Or you'll begin sobbing uncontrollably. Either way, this is what high school guidance counselors call "a learning experience."
Oy. I echo winter's sentiment above. When are you going to get your freaking money from the French, anyway?
sounds like things eventually got better! I'm sorry you missed the play. We saw Aurelia's Oratorio, which was imaginative, but a bit tedious and disappointing by the end. Only after buying those tickets did I find out that Waiting for Godot was playing at The Gate as part of the Beckett centenary festival. Waiting for Godot! in Dublin! for the Beckett centenary! how perfect would that have been??? gah! (i'm also still kicking myself for not taking a road trip to Charleston 3 yrs ago to see the Gate theatre's Pride & Prejudice touring at the Spoleto festival) so there. I guess these missed opportunities may make us more likely to jump at the *next* Big Cultural Opportunity that comes our way, right?
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