For some reason the flight to Dublin had a heightened importance.
I don’t know why but I felt it, I spent the entire flight neck twisted to the right, taking in every cloud and all the differences in terrain the plane was shooting past. It was a beautiful and varied flight. Meaningful Entertainment.
I spent my entire time in Dublin Sqwenking around. That’s a new word I’ve just created. Sqwenking.
I knew I had nothing to do in Dublin and that’s exactly what I did.
In all honesty it just looked like a UK city and not one of the more interesting ones. It took only one long walk around to come to that conclusion.
SO I SQWENKED.
Brad Nicholls Definition of SQENKING -
To fuck around, jerk off, eat crap food, oversleep
I SQWENKED.
The hotel I stayed in didn’t have Do Not Disturb signs. A little piece of paper in an envelope stuffed with other bullshit let me know that reason to hate it straight after check-in. How could these hotel operators be so dense. MULTIPLE times I had room service maids speaking in fast Eastern European accents stick keys in my door lock, open the door and smash into the chain. This continued after telling them NOT to do that anymore.
On my last day in Dublin I went into the Irish knockoff Mcdonald’s - Supermacs and had a Mighty Mac with fries. It was shit. It tasted like primary school lunch mystery meat. I hadn’t tasted that since I shot past five feet. It was actually nostalgic for a moment before becoming a massive insult.
I left Dublin and Ireland behind not sure when I’d ever be back. I know there are many great things about Ireland, great things I didn’t explore on this trip, I’ll find myself there again most likely and maybe I’ll enjoy Ireland more.
IRELAND
Published December 10, 2021
For some reason the flight to Dublin had a heightened importance.
I don’t know why but I felt it, I spent the entire flight neck twisted to the right, taking in every cloud and all the differences in terrain the plane was shooting past. It was a beautiful and varied flight. Meaningful Entertainment.
I spent my entire time in Dublin Sqwenking around. That’s a new word I’ve just created. Sqwenking.
I knew I had nothing to do in Dublin and that’s exactly what I did.
In all honesty it just looked like a UK city and not one of the more interesting ones. It took only one long walk around to come to that conclusion.
SO I SQWENKED.
Brad Nicholls Definition of SQENKING -
To fuck around, jerk off, eat crap food, oversleep
I SQWENKED.
The hotel I stayed in didn’t have Do Not Disturb signs. A little piece of paper in an envelope stuffed with other bullshit let me know that reason to hate it straight after check-in. How could these hotel operators be so dense. MULTIPLE times I had room service maids speaking in fast Eastern European accents stick keys in my door lock, open the door and smash into the chain. This continued after telling them NOT to do that anymore.
On my last day in Dublin I went into the Irish knockoff Mcdonald’s - Supermacs and had a Mighty Mac with fries. It was shit. It tasted like primary school lunch mystery meat. I hadn’t tasted that since I shot past five feet. It was actually nostalgic for a moment before becoming a massive insult.
I left Dublin and Ireland behind not sure when I’d ever be back. I know there are many great things about Ireland, great things I didn’t explore on this trip, I’ll find myself there again most likely and maybe I’ll enjoy Ireland more.
