The Ireland trip was a much more wonderful experience than it even seemed at the time.
One night the hotel smoke alarm went off at around 3 a.m., we were the only ones in the entire hotel who thought that it might be a good idea to leave our room. (I believe that J was the only child in the hotel, so that might have something to do with it.) When we got down to the lobby, the night staff gave us a look like he was surprised to see anyone and asked "is there a fire?"
He later came out and explained that 7 or 8 guys had holed up in room with "a great many bottles, if you know what I mean" and started smoking. When he went up to check on them, they seemed unaware that the loud alarm noises had anything to do with them.
In retrospect, this experience seems like a lot of fun. I'm sure it didn't so at the time.
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