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I was camping in the woods with friends in what turned out to be Ireland. In the middle of the forest we came upon a pub. Since there was no bartender, we decided to mix our own drinks. We had absinthe, which involved putting a careful and elaborate concoction of specific colored layers of liquid into little plastic thimble-sized cups. Corey showed up and he wanted absinthe, so I showed him how you have to pour small amounts of each color into the little cup. But he was annoyed by the necessity for such precision and simply poured everything into a large cup. A bartender eventually showed up. He looked like an elderly version of Harpo Marx, and had a delightful Irish accent. He and I were talking about landscapes, and all of the patrons of the pub were listening in. I mentioned that Ireland's landscape "looks like a healthy Florida." This cracked everyone up, even though I myself was not even sure what I meant. I encountered a girl who was notably reminiscent of Lindsey. She was becoming increasingly flirtatious with me, and asked quietly into my ear if I want to go find a private location with her. We exited the bar and found something like a large tool shed in the woods, inside of which was nothing but a giant bed with barely any room to walk around it. As we got onto the bed and started kissing with our hands all over each other, I noticed that there were one or two other people already on the bed, silently watching us. I was not sure how comfortable I was with this. I caught a glimpse out the door of a blond guy with black glasses who I somehow knew to be the boyfriend of this girl. So I jumped off the bed and stood up faster than humanly possible.