matt sleeps like a bear. he doesn't move. and just sleeps there. i can move the metal drawer from under our bunk, of which he has the lower bunk, which lifts the bunk considerably, without him so much as moving.
this does allow me to leave a beer cradled in his arms for when he wakes up.
in other news, dublin is grand. everyone walks fast. very fast. and there are pubs everywhere. apparently, a radio station was giving €100 to anyone who could plot a path that avoided passing by a pub. the winner said that any path would do, simply enter everyone along the way.
we had a pint of stout this morning at some pub, i don't remember the name but that hardly matters, we had our pint anyways. our new american friend, TJ, whom we met in the terminal at Newark, who heading off to Belfast tomorrow to coach basketball, enjoyed a pint with us. we were all very tired after that, and rightly so ... stout is heavy on a tired stomach.
that was three hours ago. matt is still napping with his beer.
oh, and we're in a 16 bed dorm room tonight. HA. and better yet, in three days we'll be in a 24 bed dorm room. anything to save a buck.
cheers,
--b
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Matty certainly does sleep like a corpse. I remember one time I slapped right upside the head and he turned, look at me and said ' ughuughhh..." which I assume meant 'it's early. sleep time is now'... he also sleeps on his face...
brantford misses you guys.
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