HOLY SHIT FROM DUBLIN TO LONDON

Imagine that you need to wake up at 6:30AM to get to London by 4:30PM. 

Imagine that you go out the night before to celebrate your last night in Dublin

Imagine that not only do you wake up late, drunk, and not quite finished packing, but also

EVERYONE HAS LEFT. 

Sprinted to a cab, made it to the ferry to take me to the train to take me to London. 

Found out that my pants were inside out on that cab ride over

Fixed pants on the ferry

Also made the transition from drunk to hungover on the ferry

Kept on shouting HOLY SHIT I MADE IT.