I may only be 25% Irish, but its the best ethnicity in me! (part 1)

So what can I say, going to Ireland was not something that I had planned on doing with this trip, but it was something that I couldn't resist when asked by a few of my friends to go with them. I then find myself booking a flight with Ryan Air for 55 pounds one way and 2 pence the other way. A great value indeed for a flight that only takes 1 hour. Anways, the flight leaves at 7:30 on Thursday night and I'm out of class at Harlaxton by about 10AM. I end up taking the 1:10 shuttle into Grantham and jump on a train with Justin and his girlfriend Natasha to Nottingham where my plane will be departing from East Middlands Airport. The three of us realize that our flights are not leaving for a few hours and make our way over to my favorite old English pub the Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem, for a pre-flight pint. After about a half hour of conversation and people watching we make our way to the bus stop to get over to the airport. And for five pounds what a deal we got. It took us about 45 minutes to get to East Midlands and I got there around 4PM. My flight didn't start accepting check-in until 5PM so I spent an hour in the terminal waiting for my line to start moving. It was boring to say the least, and I kept sitting with my backpack waiting for the line to go. Eventually it did, and I had a rough time through screening, I was strip searched at a "random" check time and eventually was permitted in the terminal.

Waiting was relaxing, I went to a lot of stores, saw my first real night club in an airport, and eventually got on my flight to Ireland. Eventually, we land... and on request of a drunken Irish woman aboard, I kiss the ground of my great grandfather, which turned out to be the airport tarmack. We ended up getting through Irish customs... which was a treat and delight, and made out way out towards the check out area. The plan was to get about 10 euros, hop a bus into Dublin, check into our hostel, and then grab some dinner preferrably at a pub. Well, we ended up missing our bus that was only 2 euros, getting into Dublin around 11PM, checking into our hostel, and then realizing that the restaurants that serve hot food were closed, bought a cheap dinner at a supermarket. We ate outside, amongst all of the crazy Irish, (mom no worries I'm still alive)...((I'm still not sure why I let her know that she doesn't need to worry, but oh well)), and made our way back to the hostel because Beth Dinah and myself were completely tired.