After arriving at Heathrow International, I stood in line for our fourth security. As I walked through the metal detector, I set it off. I then was pulled aside to be violated (I'll just leave it at that) by a female TSA. Groggy, smelly and tired after travelling for 20+ hours, trust me, that this the very last way you wish to be welcomed to Europe (or maybe you do). Once I arrived in Dublin my luggage was lost. So far, my trip was not off to a good start. Upon my arrival at the hotel, my first order of business was to shower, the second (of course) was to find the closest pub. The pub was exactly what I needed. Great music, fantastic food, and even better beer. I promise, Guinness does in fact taste better in Ireland. I'm not sure why exactly. But I assure you, it does. After gorging myself with a heavy Irish dinner (or would it be breakfast?) I arrived to my hotel to see my suitcase still lost...
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hmmm . . . is that supposed to be a cliff hanger: will she be reunited with her underwear? will she have to wear Alex's clothes while in Ireland?
sigh. more beer less luggage!
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