Sleepless in Killarney

It all started around 9:00pm when our tired bodies asked for our beds. Clearly.... No one else at Neptune Hostel felt the same way. Our window faces the front and the outside hangout spot. By 9:30 the door slamming inside was on the rise.  Outside, I listened to a 46 year old magician from South Africa that speaks 21 languages and was picking up the young ladies over conversation about Facebook. The ladies shyly turned him down saying they did not have Irish cellphones.  On the other side were two Irish girls asking two random guys if they would "do" the other girl. Um... Excuse me?? The conversations quickly turned Chinese with attempts by Irish girls to speak to them, while laughing because they did not speak English. By 12:30 .... The conversation was sort of dying out and turned to French while a couple struggled to communicate in English and then realized they were both French. .... Between 12:30 and 4:30 was the parade of door slamming, knocking, talking, and all sorts of ridiculousness.  And then....  The girls 

Sooo Neptune hostel has a 3:30am curfew. They shut the doors and don't open until 7:00am. Well... These two girls were returning at 4:30am. Irish. Not all there. Angry that yet didn't know the doors would be looked. Now picture this:

Window facing front.

Girls pounding on door

Girls screaming "hello can someone let us in!?!?"(in Irish accents) 

Us--- not able or willing to go downstairs to try to figure out a way to get them in.

Girls drunkenly trying to figure out which was their window. 

Girl apologizes and says she's stayed here a million times and has never been locked out. 

Girls scare because someone is walking up. 

Girls get quiet. 

Girls try the phone again and it rings for 30 minutes.  NOONE IS HERE!!!! 

Maia and I are soooo mad we can't stop laughing at the situation.

Girl repeatedly says "hello? Hello?" (I picture that Ellen Degeneres(spelling) skit where she sends her producer Amy to stores to talk to strangers through song.  Hello hello is it me you're looking for ? I can see it in your eyes ... Blah blah blah) 

At some point they find someone on the street to let them in. Two Irish security guards I imagine ... Who continued to talk and yell outside out window ... With their voices and choir of slamming doors... We gave in and went to sleep sometime close or after 5 o'clock. 

Waking up at 7 and 8 to more talking, screaming, and rolling backpacks outside our window was just a perfect way to start the morning. We are oh so glad to be taking a bus tour today. 

-the two very happy travelers