But before I get to the amazing view part of this week, let me tell you about the happenings of House 82. Two of my Irish housemates, James and Brian along with their oh-so-funny friends, have quite the senses of humor. They tease us for things we say and we tease right back. Unfortunately, most of the teasing revolves around phrases my mom doesn't think I know so they won't be repeated here. Sorry. But recently the teasing has morphed into practical jokes, mostly centered on either James or Katie. We focus on James, he focuses on Katie. And I use the term "we" here very loosely because up until early this week I had kept out of all the shenanigans. You would too if James still had a key to your room and had threatened to use it.
Well, Monday night James got revenge for what up until this point had been a pretty one-sided barrage of pranks. And got me all wet in the process. See he, Brian Fox (who lived here last semester) and Kieran (who never lived here as far as I know) decided to tie my doorknob to Katie's doorknob, both of which open inwards thus trapping us in our rooms. Katie apparently tried to climb out her window but James was outside pushing her back in. Once Lauren finally let us out (which she didn't do automatically and will never be forgiven for) Katie and I tried to mess up James' room, but couldn't manage to get the door shut and locked. It was two girls against like three guys. We never had a chance. After this, Brian Fox and Kieran redeemed themselves slightly by stealing the other Brian's mattress. They literally dumped his sheets and walked out the front door with it.
Eventually the pranking stopped - or at least I thought it had. I don't know why, after being trapped in my room, I thought it was safe to close my door, but I will never make the same mistake again. See, there's this prank that involves filling a bucket (or any large container really) up with water, then leaning it against someone's door, knocking, and then running away. When the door is opened, the bucket tips over leaving the victim all wet, along with the floor. James was the first victim in our house. Lauren was the second. And yours truely was the third and final. As of Friday morning my carpet was still slightly damp. No joke.
After that night, the pranking died down. Mostly because James, Katie, Lauren, and I all began locking our doors at all times. Going to the bathroom literally five steps away from my room? Better not forget my room key. This made it hard to do much of anything, and Thursday night a truce was called. Rooms are now officially off limits in House 82. Because let's face it, locking your door when you aren't leaving the house is über annoying. (I should probaby mention that this truce happened one day after Brian put a 24-hour moratorium on any badmouthing of each other from James or Katie. It was getting nasty). Apparently the whole "rooms are off limits" thing didn't apply Thursday night/Friday morning for Katie's room, but that's too long of a story to repeat here. Suffice to say, Katie spent most of Friday afternoon cleaing her room.
But we must not have made James all that mad, because he still agreed to take us to the Cliffs of Moher on Saturday afternoon. Maybe his getting lost was just payback for picking on him. Or it was just him being a boy and refusing to look up directions beforehand. But either way, I think the pictures speak for themselves:
Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Missouri anymore.
Apparently, the Cliffs are also a nice place to kill yourself. I don't know that it's the way I'd want to go. A 600-foot drop into ice cold water and flesh-piercing rocks seems a little painful to me, but then again I'm not suicidal, so...And yes, we did go past the sign in the background that says not to pass this point.
This isn't actually the Cliffs (duh) but if you turn around this is what you see. There were people surfing. In February. In Ireland. Yes, I think they were crazy too.
Absolutely amazing. Probably one of the prettiest things I've ever seen in my life. And talk about making you feel small and insignificant!
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