Since I’d missed quite a bit of sightseeing time yesterday, I decided to get some more in before the parade started at noon. I walked back into town and saw some of Trinity College, the Dublin Castle, and St Patrick’s Cathedral (appropriate for the day!). Inside the Cathedral they had some shamrocks that you could take and pin to your shirt; needing something green and lucky for the day, I followed suit. The Cathedral was quite beautiful with very impressive stained-glass windows.
By this point it was getting near the time for the parade to start. I headed back along the parade route and found a good place where I could watch; I was right up front. The parade began at noon, but it was nearly 90 minutes later when it finally reached my location (I was nearer to the end of the parade route than to the start). Several marching bands, most from the US, performed and there were many different floats – many of which were quite strange, but in a fun way. Towards the end there was a large gap between marching bands and most of the crowd dispersed, believing the parade to be over. When the rest of the parade finally made it to us, there was only a few bands and one float left.
After the parade I went to a couple of bars to have some drinks. After going to one bar and not being terribly impressed, I stumbled upon the Trinity Bar (http://trinitybarvenue.ie/). It was packed, but I managed to get a beer and find a place to stand around to drink. They were playing some fun Irish music and everyone was drunk. A young woman came up and we started chatting. She was from Austria, but was living and working in Dublin now. She and I chatted for a long time, having several more beers.
I went downstairs to use the restroom and found that there was a quasi-dance club in the basement. The line for the bathroom was long and I chatted up the guy in front of me, who was rather cute and wearing some small fairy wings and suspenders. When he went into the stall to pee (the urinals were out of order) he kept glancing back at me. After rejoining my Austrian friend, I mentioned the cute guy so we went downstairs. The guy was definitely gay, flirting and grinding up on other guys on the dance floor. I joined in, grabbing his ass and flirting back, but to no avail. He was not interested.
The Austrian gal suggested we go to a different bar, so we went to Oliver St. John Gogarty’s. The bar was even more crowded than Trinity, with barricades up around the outdoor area. Rather than waiting in line we simply parted the barricades and walked in. We had one drink there and took a few pictures before returning to Trinity. She went to the bathroom and I went to flirt with the guy some more (I lost track of her after that).
I stumbled back to the apartment after some more flirting. I decided to head back out, but this time I dressed cuter and somehow I stumbled right back to Trinity. The guy was gone by that time (sadly), so I had a couple more beers before stumbling back to the apartment. By this point I was thoroughly and completely drunk; it is amazing that I made it back to the apartment both times in one piece, let alone making it back out to the Temple Bar area again!
That night at the apartment I believe that the owners had some friends over for some group sex. I know that two guys came over after I got back and they all went into the master bedroom, which shared a wall with my room. For the next few hours I heard continuous sex noises from the room and then the two visitors left. It was… uncomfortable to say the least. Luckily I was quite drunk and passed out shortly thereafter.