Sing Your Heart Out.

With exams over, and Dublin calling, Stacy and I headed into the city center to do some shopping. Going home with ANY money in our bank accounts just seemed foolish. So we hit the town with a few missions in mind. Bus refunds. Carrolls. And checking out the local department stores for a new outfit. We felt like really cool tourists with our Carrolls bags. And I would like to know how many Carrolls stores are in Dublin. There's got to be at least 12.

We spent most of the day wandering through Henry Street wishing we had millions of euros. We stopped for a sugar lift at the cafe in Debeham's. Stacy got cappuccino and luxurious chocolate cake and I got a chocolate muffin shake. It was good but not as good as Portillo's Chocolate Cake Shakes. After a few hours of shopping, Stacy headed back home and I finished up looking for things. I headed home a bit exhausted, so I decided to take a little nap before our plans to head out on the town.

Stacy and I went over to Megan's at about 10 to hang out before going downtown. We listened to some 90s music in one minute segments, while we talked about all our summer plans. Mariel & Allie joined us and we waited for Megan's friend James to arrive from London. He is a journalist in London, covering mostly music, and had a sweet accent so he was definitely a treat. He showed up, well dressed, and insuring us that he was not gay even if he called the lead singer of Kings of Leon good looking. We headed out about midnight, caught a maxi taxi and headed to Harcourt Street.

We tried to go to D2, but it was closed, so we headed to CooperFace Jack's. The clubs here are just like in the row of townhouses. This place was pretty cool and the music selection was awesome. They played all of our favorites, Total Eclipse of the Heart, Don't Stop Believing, Don't Stop Me Now, Galway Girl. And ofcourse there was the Westlife songs...When You're Looking Like That. Great European Popstars. We ran into Chris and his friend whose name we can't remember. They played Sex on Fire and Mr. Brightside and we were jamming out and screaming it as loud as we could. Madness. Tequila. Let go, live free, dance it out. James was playing the air guitar. The only weird thing about this place was that there were a lot of older people there. In suits. Like the businessmen's Wednesday night hang out?

We lost a few of the group, so once we finally assembled we headed out to catch a cab. We found a maxi taxi and Stacy flagged him down. His name was Alan and like us and every other cab driver in Dublin, we befriended him while we waited for Megan & James to come. They had wandered off down the street. Alan made fun of James for being British and we all jammed out to "With or Without You". Classic. I am going to miss these nights, singing loudly, U2, and the world's most friendly cab drivers. Stacy even sang "Alan's Song" for him.

Home. Bed. Chatting with Lindsay. Glee. Falling asleep at 4:30 am.