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.