The Leprechaun and his book of love

Yes, lent is over, but I am still seeing some cool places and decided I would like to still write about it so suck it. A couple weeks ago I went back to Dublin. I spent 4 months in Dublin a few years ago and I can honestly say it is my favorite city in the world. I had an amazing time there and being in such close proximity, I had to make it back. It was good to get back and see some old friends and go to the places that I used to frequent. It is really cool to go back to a large city in Europe and know exactly where you are going. I brought a couple of American girls that were studying at the school here and we headed to Nantes to catch a shitty Ryanair flight to the dirty Dubs. It is not like I never hang out with girls, my best friend growing up was a girl for heaven's sake, but it is easy to forget that we are completely different creatures. Apparently one of the girls gets freaked out on take offs and was closing her eyes and seemed to be in terror. I reassured her that a ryanair flight hasn't crashed in months and I got yelled at by the other girl. C'mon that is kind of clever right? Well i thought I was funny and then a few moments later there was sort of a loud buzzing noise and not even directed to anyone, I dryly said, " That can't be good." This time I really got my ass chewed. I gave up and put my headphones on so I didn't get in any more trouble. It was a short flight and was even shorter as I can sleep on command. We lucked out as soon as we got there. I had gotten the address to me friend Connor's house and found the bus line that would take us directly there. I wanted to see if I could get a cheap phone for a few days so I looked at a shop and it was too expensive so we went outside to go get the bus. Well I was thirsty and remember I could probably get a Dr. Pepper here so I told them to wait here. I went inside and to my delight I found A&W cream soda. I know this is irrelevant, but I am getting to the point. When I walked out of the shop Connor was standing outside looking around. He was holding a ripped apart corn flake box that read, "Jake Grothoff American." I laughed and ran over to him and we got a ride back to his place from his girlfriend. Well we spent the better part of the week enjoying Dublin, but there is one particular story I want to write about.
We were out one Sunday night, yes a Sunday, and were looking at some places to go. It was a little late as the girls had to get ready, but there were plenty of places to choose from. We stopped outside a bar and discussed where to go. This guy heard our accents and asked where we were from and and told us he was from New York or something I wasn't really listening. He was a short little man, in the resemblance of a Leprechaun and was wearing a tweed suit jacket. Who am I to judge so I invited him to come to Fitzsimmons with us. We got to talking and he was quite a weird little fella. He informed us that he dropped out of college to write a book on love. I could have laughed, but I like to instigate, so I went along with this. I drilled him on his book ideas and his inspirations. The girls went to the bathroom and I asked him if he was searching for love. He said he always is, but didn't mind a good one night stand. My eyes lit up and I knew how I could get these girls back for dragging me around Dublin shopping and using my navigational expertise to find a forever 21, whatever the hell that is. I told this Leprechaun that these girls were DTF. If you don't know what that means, than you should probably not be reading this blog. Well wouldn't you know it, it worked. He followed these girls around everywhere. They made it their mission to ditch this guy. He even started to follow me around and then shit got weird when he followed me into the bathroom. There were like 6 stalls and he picked the urinal right next to be. I was a little thrown off and could only think that he was trying to sneak a peak at my golden nuggets. You have your own gold Leprechaun. I even wanted to ditch the man. We even tried to go out on the dance floor, but he followed and started dancing like a wild man. I am not much of a dancer, but if I am challenged in anything I accept. Glad to say I dominated and got some props from some local irish for popping off my back to my feet. We finally succeeded and that Leprechaun went home, but it took a lot of effort. It was my fault and I didn't inform the girls of what I told him until we were back in France.
I had a great time and hope to go back to Ireland many more times. Au Revoir I have a Cardinals pregame to watch.