My best friend and I both had a summer-job we wanted to get away from. He found cheap tickets to Dublin on the Internet. Both of us were working in Belgium, so we figured: “What the heck, we might as well take 2 days off and go there.” That’s what we did. On Sunday we booked the flights and on Tuesday at 5 a.m. we were ready to board the plane, looking forward to our adventure: 2 days in Dublin. We didn’t book a hotel nor did we plan to find one. The plan was to not have a plan. So we ended up walking through Dublin all day visiting the major sites, having some Guinness at night, strolling around and trying to pull an all-nighter since we didn’t have money for a hotel. Remember? It was supposed to be an adventurous trip. However, after the Guinness museum (+ some pints of Guinness) we were hungry and went for an “all Irish” Mc Chicken. I could have fallen asleep right then and there. I just didn’t want to be the party pooper. So we kept on walking through town. I still remember a guy with his guitar on the street, playing U2 songs. Loved it! Still, I could only think of a warm, nice and cozy bed. I was hoping my friend would give up sooner or later so we could go find a place to sleep. Guess what? He did. I only had to hang in there another hour. Btw I was wearing light blue jeans that day and a black jacket 
. Anyways, it was only 10 p.m. (shame on us) when we were finally looking for a place to stay. A little late. Especially because there was some weird festival that day and all freakin’ hostels and hotels were overbooked. Nice one….
We ended up finding a hotel room at a 4* hotel. In our despair I ended up calling my dad whether he would be so kind as to financially provide us some help so we could pay for our exclusive shelter. He said that he’d love to. I wondered why.
Turns out a couple of years later that he thought my friend and I were a couple….let me tell you, that was not the case. He is gay.
