Mountain Play

Thursday, April 30, 2015

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of The North Face for IZEA. All opinions are 100% mine.
When Chris and I get tired of the city, I think we'll move to Colorado.
I love it here. I love the weather, the people, the wide open spaces, and the chance to hike up a mountain whenever you feel like it.
After a day full of checking out wedding venues (more to come on that later) I was more than anxious to slip into some workout gear and on hop on the mountain.

It felt so good! I know everyone probably says it, but if I lived within close driving distance to a mountain, I would hike every day.

It was fitting because I just got my new sweatshirt and crop leggings from Mountain Athletics from The North Face. And as you can tell, I'm very excited about it. I haven't taken off the hoodie since I got it. These are my new favorite athletic clothes.

The leggings have that active stretch fabric that I love when it comes to workout gear. They don't fit uncomfortably tight and they're also not baggy in places they shouldn't be like some yoga pants I've worn. Mountain Athletics from The North Face uses FlashDryXD, so they don't snag, pill, pull, or best of all, attract a lot of dog hair!

I have a North Face fleece I wear all of the time, but this is the first workout apparel I've worn from their line and I'm super impressed. Besides hiking in the mountains which I obviously can't do all of the time, it's also cute and convenient for walking Harlow in Chicago.

The best part is North Face is hosting a giveaway so you have a chance to win your own cool workout gear. The North Face Mountain Athletics Collection Give-Away!  

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My Dream Wedding

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Yesterday I had a conversation about napkins.
A ten minute conversation about napkins. The wedding coordinator lady say, "well, which napkin is most you?"

You know, I've never really thought about it before. What kind of napkin am I? What kind napkin are you? That question has so many layers.

I like to think I'm a fun napkin. I wish I was cloth, but I'm probably paper. Maybe I'm one of those cute napkins with flip flops and a beach bucket that says something silly like "Son of a Beach." I'm probably sold at Tj Maxx because I couldn't hack it somewhere else. Or maybe I'm just covered in dogs. I don't know.

I DON'T KNOW. There's so much I don't know (or care about) when it comes to wedding planning.

So then the wedding lady said, "Tell me about your dream wedding, what have you always wanted to have? Things you've thought about since you were a little girl."

Up until the last three months, I've never really thought about a wedding. I've never dreamed about a wedding. It just wasn't my thing.

I guess that's not completely true. I've always dreamed about having a tent.

A trampoline tent to be correct.

A wedding reception that takes place on a huge trampoline covered by a tent. How fun would that be? I had a trampoline tent for a brief time in the summer of 1998 and it was the best summer of my life. Sadly my cat tore the tent to pieces with his sharp teeth, but man it was fun while it lasted.

No matter who we've talked to while we've been checking stuff out here in Steamboat, Colorado, I've had two important questions.

"What kind of late night food do you offer? And are dogs allowed?"

I have my priorities. They must have a good menu of eats to bring around at 10 p.m. and Harlow has to be included in my wedding. He's family! He is my maid of honor and Chris's best man. It's just the way it is.

Time to head out into the wedding jungle again. Wish me luck. This dream wedding is going to happen one way or another.

#20HappyDaysinMay

Monday, April 27, 2015

Guess what happens this week? .... It's May!
May is my favorite month, it has always been and always will be. It's my birthday month and it feels like the first month of summer. Although in Chicago is doesn't really get warm until July... but we can pretend.
In an attempt to bring the fun back to Instagram I'm going to kick off a fun little Insta Challenge. This is pretty much 100% inspired by Helene's latest Insta challenge success, #30PhotsinBetween. Follow her @heleneinbetween and browse that hashtag. The photos are incredible. She did good.
That being said, I'm not the best at photos. So let's call this challenge a free space for those very talented at the insta game already, and those just learning like myself... Everyone is welcome. And of course this is also inspired by the book/hashtag 100 Happy Days. I know myself well enough to know I just can't commit to being happy for that long, so I'm keeping it easy at 20. I'm Just being realistic here. 
Here are the prompts:

It starts on Friday, May 1st with the best holiday of all, May Day. I'm not sure what May Day is exactly but let's figure it out together. Maybe I'll make baskets full of popcorn and drop them on my neighbor's steps after I ring the doorbell and run. But that's pretty much like a normal Friday afternoon for me anyway.

I'm off to enjoy sunny Colorado! Maybe even do a little wedding planning... Stay tuned. Have a great Monday!

The Calm Before The Storm


Friday night started off like this. A nice cheese board, a summer candle burning, and a clean quiet house in preparation of my mom, sister, and niece and nephew coming to town.

The calm before the storm.

Within hours the monsters (I use that term lovingly) had arrived in Chicago and all hell had broken loose. Around 11 p.m. on Friday night Knox and Lola were literally running circles around the apartment screaming with their hands in the air. It was pure vacation adrenaline for those two. That and pure Fun Dip sugar. Good call, mom.

There was also the air mattress situation. An air mattress = child cocaine. The minute this thing went up the kids went nuts. They started foaming at the mouth and climbing the walls in anticipation of all the amazing things they could do on it. This pic is terribly blurry and grainy, but compared to the one I'm about to post underneath it, it's not that bad.


Within seconds of the mattress being blown up this happened. And it didn't stop happening the entire weekend.



It was intense.

What was even more intense was when Chris and I got the pleasure of babysitting Knox and Lola for eight hours on Sunday. Eight. Hours.

We did everything in the first 45 minutes. Park, donuts, zoo, McDonalds, more park, more McDs.



It was a treat. But I think we're more of "dog people" at this stage in our life.

Our saving grace came Sunday evening when we got to sneak away to meet friends at the Four Seasons to test drive an Aston Martin and then grab a few drinks after.



The car was a real beauty, but it's no Toyota Camry with a cracked windshield and a backseat forever covered in dog hair.... if you catch my drift.

And now it's past midnight and I'm getting up in five hours to catch a flight to Denver. I haven't even attempted to start packing so I should probably get on that. Mondays, ugh.

I'm so tired. I need another weekend to catch up.

#TheUsMovement

Friday, April 24, 2015

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Soffe for IZEA. All opinions are 100% mine.

I'm not sure if photos are getting prettier, or if people are getting prettier.

Or perhaps I'm just getting more insecure...

I thought about this the other day while I was scrolling Instagram looking at all the fashion bloggers I follow who always look dressed to the nines. Their hair is perfect, their makeup is done, and their clothes are never sweatpants... Like I might be in right now already...

I'm a secure adult (most of the time) and yet I have my moments of weakness when I hate the world of filters and social media sharing that we live in. Can you imagine being a teenager in this world? That would be terrible. I honestly feel bad for kids growing up in this age where they are constantly comparing and competing on channels like Instagram and Facebook.

Here's some sick facts for you, more than 1 million selfies are posted every day! 91% of teens have posted a selfie of themselves online, 35% admit they've altered their selfie. Of course they have, why wouldn't they? That's the kind of place we live in today. We always want to make ourselves look better. Not necessarily be better... but look better.

Guess who loves this? Plastic surgeons. Plastic surgery continues to rise for people under the age of 30. Every day girls as young as high school are going to the doctor to make themselves look "better." Pretty sad, huh?

I don't judge people who get plastic surgery, my thought is to each their own. Unless you're 16. That seems so young to make such a permanent decision when you really don't even know what you look like just yet.

What if we used social media as a place to bring us together to celebrate our "flaws" and the fact we look like real people? Seems like that would be a better use for it.

Soffee has initiated the #TheUsProject to encourage photos where we aren't just alone, but photos that we take with others that empower us. It's a chance to surround yourself with people that make you feel good. That make you feel strong. And most of all, that make you feel happy.


I love this photo of my mom, my grandma and myself more than any photo I've ever taken of just me. It's more fun to share a moment with others anyway.

And there's power in numbers.

So join #TheUsProject movement and surround yourself with people that make you feel good. Tag yourself with your besties using #TheUsMovement and tag me @thedailytay and you could win some really cute #TheUsProject apparel.
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I've got a case of the Fridays.

I've started ten different posts (all really really good posts I might add) and can't seem to finish them because my mind is all over the place.

In a few hours the Knox and Lola Tornado will be rolling into town. (Because I just can't get enough toddler time...) My friends keep having babies and I just keep hanging out with my niece and nephew wondering why..... Why are my friends choosing to do this? Don't they know babies turn into toddlers?

Don't get me wrong, I really like my niece and nephew. But, you know. Toddlers are toddlers.

And please don't let the cute yellow rain coat fool you. That look in her eyes says "I'm about to freak the hell out in 3. 2. 1..." And then all hope is lost.



Never the less, I'm excited for them to get here.

Knox had his first track meet last night and I've got a few pointers for him. Like for starters we need to talk about the importance of crossing the finish line. He blew every kid away until he got to the end and just stood there, not crossing the line. Such a shame. He could have had a killer time on those miniature hurdles. Might have even set the course record. He needs to realize that he's living his glory days right now, it's all downhill after five.

But I digress.

Before I go, a few things worth mentioning from around the internet this week.

Like this announcement from Nadine. Have you checked it out? Seems like an awesome idea to me.

And of course I have to talk about the sweet puppy Smokey again. You guys, please help this dog. I am literally begging now. He was shot in the back by a terrible person and he doesn't have use of his legs until he can get his surgery. His most recent update is that he's growing more and more depressed, as any dog would. Think of your own pup all cooped up. I know Harlow would go nuts if he had to go a day without running.



But it doesn't have to be this way. I refuse to let another animal abuser take the life of a dog. When Smokey raises $5,000 he can have his surgery and he'll get his legs back.

I'm giving away free sidebar ad spots to anyone who donates, whether it's $2 or $10. Every little bit helps. Just send me an email telling me you donated and I will be more than happy to send you a code. It's as simple as that. You can donate by clicking here and you can check out his Facebook page here.

Share his page, tweet about it, do what you can. There's enough of us out there where we should surely be able to get to 5k to help this little guy out.

I'm not ending a low note, I think it's a high one because I'm confident we'll do this.

Have a great weekend!

Letters To Me

Thursday, April 23, 2015


I'm reading this book for about the third time now. It just gets better and better to me. Allie Brosh is simply wonderful. I just wish she'd post more often on her blog. - says everyone.

And now a post completely inspired by Brosh's letters to her younger self.

Dear three-year-old,

Don't eat the fish hook with the pretty sparkly fake worm on the end. It's not a gummy worm. And I'm pretty sure you know it's not a gummy worm but you're just feeling mischievous and think it could be a fun prank.

It won't be fun for anyone. You'll end up in a veterinarians office in Podunk, Minnesota hopped up on animal pain killers while the vet removes the pierced hook out of your lip.

Dear five-year-old,

Don't be scared to be an actress because you think it entails getting shrunk in size in order to live in a small box (a VHS) while having to act out the movie every time someone presses play. That's not how that works.

Likewise, stop forcing small Play-Doh balls into the holes you see in the phone. The person you are talking to on the other end is not receiving them. Also sorry mom, that's why the kitchen phone always sounded so muffled. It was full of Play-Doh.

Dear six-year-old,

There's no letter in the alphabet known as "mennow."It's actually M, N, then O. This concept is difficult, but work it out. It's three separate letters. You can do this.

Dear ten-year-old,

Stop begging mom to take you to those talent searches you hear about on the radio. You're a little hard on the eyes right now and your talent is a little hard on the talent ... "right now."

Your big break will come... It's called the All City 6th Grade Track Meet. Those 15 other competitors won't even know what hit them! Except they will, because you'll remind them of it often for the next 5 + years in school.

Dear 13-year-old,

Stop shaving your eyebrows. I know having the "prettiest" thinnest eyebrows ever seems very exotic, but your eyebrows are already such a wreck no one can seem them anyway.

On second thought, keep shaving them. Let's see how this one plays out.

Dear 16-year-old,

No, you're not right all of the time. You're pretty much just terrible all of the time.
XOXO- Norfolk, Nebraska.

But go ahead and change your name to Paris Taylor, it sounds super cool.

Dear 27-year-old,

Please stop wasting so much time. It's ticking away faster and faster....You need to start making some moves if you'd like to be somebody someday. You also need to stop googling Lena Dunham and Kendall Jenner all the time. This is not helping your future any.

Forever Yours,
Paris Taylor

The Windy Shitty

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Yesterday wasn't my best day.

A series of unfortunate events happened one by one through out the entire day. Granted they were all very trivial in their own way, but by the time Chris came home from work he found me sprawled out on the living rug screaming "Why won't you work? Just work printer, work! It's your job!" I might have had tears of frustration in my eyes.

If any of you own a DYMO label printer then you have a similar idea of what it's like to work with one of Satan's children. But I won't bash a product online, that's just not me... but don't ever buy this printer.

But the worst of it happened earlier in the day. I'm nervous to talk about it just in case the victim's parent happens to be reading. But here it goes.

It was around 5:35 p.m. when Harlow started slapping me in the face announcing that it was time for his early evening walk. And so we headed outside. Yesterday was a super windy day, like the type of wind that knocks over trash cans and sends shit flying through the air... wait for it.

We're a few blocks away from our house, fighting our way through the hustle and bustle of post 5 p.m. walkers when Harlow starts sniffing the ground furiously and turning in circles like a mad man. His poop dance if you will.

I pick up after him no less than four times a day, so I typically don't have much shame in this category. However yesterday felt extra busy and I hate being judged by people when they walk by and watch me scoop up my dog's stuff. Especially young children. And yesterday there were kids everywhere. I  just can't handle the judgement in their eyes.

There happened to be this one kid on a tiny little scooter who started going really slow as he passed me. He looked like a miniature Scott Disick with a popped collar and white leather boat shoes meant for a sixty year old on a yacht. He watched me as I shamefully hunched over to pick up after Harlow and the look of disgust was smeared across his face. Lincoln Park children are the worst. They know that even at six years old they're already better off than me.

So I picked it up as fast as I could and rather than tying the Target bag full of feces shut like I normally do, I just loosely held the bag while I went in search of a dumpster. And then the wind started up.

At this point I'm holding on just by one handle, so the other handle is starting to gain some momentum. Kind of like a parachute. A parachute of shit.

The next thing I know the wind whips the bag inside out and the shit is no longer inside the bag. Where did it go?

Where

did

it

go?

And that's when I saw the back of Scott Disick's khaki pants that were now decorated with brown spots of confetti. Harlow confetti.

So I ran. We ran all the way home. I didn't wait around to see if the kid knew what happened, or if his mom knew, the only thing that mattered was that I knew. And I knew that at some point little Scott would notice there was shit all over his pants and he'd have that moment of panic and insecurity when he thought just for an instant, wait did I shit my pants....

And that's the tale of the Windy Shitty.

Your Most Embarrassing Confessions

Tuesday, April 21, 2015


So I'm sitting on the doctor's bench waiting for the exam to begin. It wasn't a lady exam, just a regular check up.

The young doctor comes in and makes a bit of small talk, then hands me a gown and says, "take everything off from the top down," and politely walks back out.

That's weird I thought, I've never had to strip down for a normal check up. But hey, I'm not a doctor so who am I to question, right? So I followed the doctor's orders and got into my birthday suit and then sat back down and put "the robe" on. It was at this point I noticed it was a short robe. The type that ends at about the belly button, you know for like breast exams or ... very small humans I guess. Again, I thought this seemed a little off. Maybe he brought me the wrong one on accident?

I didn't know. But I didn't want to be annoying and so I reminded myself to trust this guy, he was a doctor after all. So there I was, sitting on a tall doctor bench in a crop hospital top and no pants.

When the doctor walked back into the exam room he took one look at me and said, "Um, uh, I'm sorry. I, where's your pants?"

Over there. I thought you said to take it all off from the top down.

No, I actually said, just take your top off under the gown. 

(Say those two lines out loud, I swear they sound similar)

Ah, that makes more sense. I was wondering why I needed to be naked for this. But I'm not a doctor. So... You know. I wasn't going to question anything. I'm from Nebraska. (I honestly said this. I don't know why.)

Nope, I'm just checking your heart and lungs. You can leave your pants on for that.  You can even leave your bra on if you'd like. That's why I gave you the short robe...

Now for a doctor, this guy seemed a little flushed. At least I thought so. So then that got me all flushed and embarrassed.

So when he said, "Okay then, I'm going to step out and let you put your pants back on,"

I tried to make a joke because that's what I do when I'm uncomfortable and I responded, "no promises! ha ha." Ha. Ha.

And then he didn't look at me and he walked out.

Five minutes later a new doctor came in. The other one "had to tend to one of his regular patients" apparently.

I was mortified. As I'm writing this, I can still feel the heat on my cheeks as I remember this moment.

Have you had a moment like this? I want to do something fun today just to toss things up a bit. I'd like to hear your most embarrassing/funny/mortifying/humiliating/weird confession or story.

The best ones usually can't be told, so I'm going to allow anonymous comments today. Erin did this years ago with this post and it has intrigued me ever since.

I want something to laugh about today, so let's make this a space for that. However if you've been dying to tell me how much you hate me/my blog and would like to comment that under your anon name, please don't. I'll just delete it and then I'll feel bad about it, and then I'll probably be mean to a stranger on the street because that's how the cycle of mean works. Just email me your hate comments instead, ok?

I just want this to be fun. In the midst of bad news in this world we can all use a chuckle every once in awhile.

So let's get these going. I can never go back and see who left the comments, they are 100% anonymous. Anything goes. Alcohol induced confessions or stories are more than welcome.


I pooped my pants in the car last week... (I didn't, I promise.)

I eat my deodorant (no, I don't.)

Someone once walked in on me doing...

I like to roll in butter then sprinkle myself with glitter and lay on the couch (this one might be true.)



Thoughts On Instagram

Monday, April 20, 2015


Isn't it weird how we crave attention and likes from people we don't know on Instagram?

I was thinking about this the other day while I was sitting at Starbucks working on my screenplay when suddenly I had to stop to take this dumb photo. I was in the midst of actually writing some meaty dialogue when out of the blue I just got the Insta urge and had to stop what I was doing to feed my sick little addiction. MUST.POSE. PHOTO. Everyone must see what I'm doing right now or I'll die. So will they.

So for the next ten minutes rather than working on something that is really important to me and what I want to do with my life, I chose to take 100 different photos of the same shitty shot and toggle between filters wondering which one looked best.

And then I didn't even post it. I decided it wasn't good enough, which it isn't, but that's not the point. Or is it? I don't know.

The point is I've been doing this a lot lately, putting aside important things while I get wrapped up in the silliness of social media. More specifically, Instagram.

We're all trying to showcase the best version of ourself on Instagram when most times I feel like we're our worst version. At least I am. I'm not the kind of person who likes to take selfies of my hand or show the world what shoes I'm wearing, but my IG account would prove otherwise. Harlow photos are the exception. Those are definitely the best version of me.

I've been thinking about this a lot lately and the fact that I participate in this game and often even feed off it. Sometimes I like it, but for the most part it just feels cheap to me. Yet I still do it. Hello, giveaways... I just did one for the first time in a long while last week and watched as my follower count rose and rose and it gave me a little thrill.  I thought, hell this is easy, why work for followers when I can just do this every week?

But why? What does it matter?

I tell myself it's because "it's good for business." More followers = bigger brand attention = more collaborations = I'm able to pay rent month after month. That's definitely a huge part of it,  blogging is my job (and I don't want to lose my job) so I have to keep up with all areas of it or I'll get left in the dust. *April/May will be sponsor heavy. eye roll. sigh. grunt. I know, I know. Trying to save money for a wedding... 

Anyway, the whole business thing is a little scary to me. I see girls doing 3-5 giveaways a week, gaining 10k followers along the way, and I'm sitting here going, but wait, it took me three hours to write a post today. Come over to my blog! Then you'll follow me... I'll win you over with my wonderful punctuation and grammar and witty rants about social media!

The worst part is I'm a hypocrite. I kinda hate this world and yet I willingly put myself in it. I continue to do all the weird stuff that bugs me. A side of me thinks it's fun collaging silly little white photos, because when I make a "good one" I can stand back and feel proud of my pretty creation. (I've never been good at creating pretty, I've always been the kid with the ugliest drawing in class.) And there's no harm in posing pretty stuff, right? I tend to like everyone else's #thatsdarling photos.

But another part me is like whyyyyy!? Can't we go back to blurry ugly photos like when Instagram first started? Those were the good old days. "Everyone look at how grainy and ugly my life is." I nailed those pics.

And now I have no idea where I'm going with this. This is probably just a jealousy fueled rant because I'm not good at photography and everyone else. Our world is ridiculous.

Tomorrow I'll rant about Ariana Grande and make everything right again.

What are your thoughts on Instagram? Is it still as fun for you as it's always been?



I Need Your Help Again

Sunday, April 19, 2015


While I was in Texas last weekend I was having a wonderful time at a late dinner with my grandma, mom, niece and sister, when suddenly the ASPCA commercial came on.

Don't look, Taylor. DON'T LOOK. No good can come from this. You know what this commercial is about. Just look away. Don't ruin this nice night. 

I looked. And I was right, no good came from it.

I saw the sad eyes in the cages and the paws and the eyes and the tears and the tail between the legs. And the next thing I knew I had completely tuned out my grandma and was just thinking about dogs. I obsess over things like this. My mind can get really out of hand if I let it.

So I didn't let it. I told myself I could worry about saving animals when I got home. For now, I needed to be present in the moment.

But then it came on AGAIN! Two times in like five minutes. And now I was livid. I get what the ASPCA is trying to do with those upsetting commercials, but c'mon! Can't they throw in some success stories every once in a while? Show us the sad dogs and cats and make us hate the world, but then toss in a few videos of dog's who have been rescued and now spend their days jumping in pools and eating peanut butter and cheese sticks for dinner (what Harlow is currently munching on.) The good stories are out there and I want to see more of them.

I know I tend to get a little carried away with my dog posts on here, but I feel like the blog world can do with one less "look at what I'm wearing/how cool my life is" post for a day or two. With that being said, here goes another "please help me save this dog" post.

About an hour ago someone  contacted me on Facebook and asked if I would share the story of Smokey on my Daily Tay Facebook page- a page that has morphed into 50% blog 50% EVERYTHING DOG. Sorry, can't help it.


Smokey the pup who was found abandoned in the trunk of a stolen car on a very hot day about a year ago. He was given to a good family and was getting healthy and doing really well, until one day someone shot his puppy brother in the head and shot little Smokey in the back. I don't know the details about the sick people who committed this terrible act of animal cruelty, I just know the facts about how to help.

Smokey is temporarily paralyzed because he has a pellet lodged into his spinal cord. Click here to see a video of how he gets around now. It's terribly sad, but he can have a happy ending.

His current owners are trying to raise $5,000 to get Smokey the surgery he needs so he can walk again. His Go Fund Me campaign can be found here. He is currently at $515. If you're in the position to do so, please please donate a dollar, or five, or whatever you can.

As expected, I can't stop thinking about this right now. I keep checking his Go Fund Me page just praying that it has gone up. I really want to see this puppy raise enough to get to $5,000. It's so doable. WE can do this for him. Share his info on Facebook, or Twitter, or whatever you can do.

Please help me turn Smokey into a success story.



Deep In The Heart Of Texas

Friday, April 17, 2015




A couple of months ago my 80 year old grandma decided she wanted to take a girls trip before "she got too old." She'd never been to Texas and thought San Antonio looked fun.

So low and behold, I'm in San Antonio with my 2 year old niece, my mom and sister, and my 80 year old grandma. We're quite the crew. Taking that river walk by storm if you can imagine. And per my grandma's request I brought my selfie stick...




We're getting crazy here, in the words of my grandma, "I tell you what." Lola the diva has been all over the place.


I'm just happy to be somewhere warm and green. I don't even care that it's rained every day. At least it's above 55 degrees.


And Lola and I have really bonded as you can tell. She's not terrified at all in my arms. I just have a way with kids.

I'll wrap it up here. Let's all just take one more look at my beautiful glowing legs, can you even tell I'm wearing white shoes? Probably not, it all blends so well. They haven't seen sun in years. 

I'm trying to get my Grandma to head to Austin today... Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed all the river fun, I'm just ready for a little Sixth Street fun. Is that right, Austin people? Is that the cool place to be?

We'll figure it out. Hope everyone has a great weekend!


Things To Do In Dublin

Thursday, April 16, 2015


This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Groupon Getaways for IZEA. All opinions are 100% mine.

Guess what? I haven't recapped my Groupon Getaways Europe trip in a while and I still have 100 photos to share from the last of London and I also want to talk about things to see/do in Dublin. So let's get to it.

We left London for Dublin around 6 a.m. This photo was taken around 4:30 a.m. I hadn't slept in more than 24 hours at this time.  Look at the bags under my eyes, they're there and they're aging me.

 I don't know what my deal was. I just wasn't tired and I was running on vacation adrenaline. So rather than sleeping we decided to head to Heathrow airport early and suck down a few bloodys.

As we flew into Dublin the sleepys hit me hard. I could barely stay awake and I knew it was going to be a long day. But then I spotted a few castles from the sky and I got another burst of energy. I was that kid who got an absolute thrill out of spotting swimming pools while in an airplane so you can imagine my excitement in seeing castles.

We got to our hotel around 10 a.m. and we were so grateful the place Groupon had set up was very nice and also very hospitable. They let us check in a few hours early so we were able to take a quick nap.

And then we went to explore!

Things to do in Dublin: drink!

The grainiest darkest photo ever, but I don't care. It sums up how we felt running on two hours of sleep. It's probably noon at this time. But our bodies thought it was 2 a.m.


Our first stop was the famous Temple Bar, arguably one of the most famous bars in the world. The locals hate it and the tourists love it. Here's my thought on this, I usually hate touristy bars, but this place is different. Because as you sit in here sipping Guinness and eating oysters on the half shell you're surrounded by tourists from all of the world. We had Germans to our left, Spaniards to our right, and a group of very drunk kids from Amsterdam posted up at the bar.

After we got some beer in our bellies we went to check out Trinity College and Harry Potter's library. I haven't even read the entire HP series and I still found this to be very cool. I could have hung out here for awhile just taking it all in.


And after the library we had more Guinness. This time at Quays Pub. The people in Dublin really like to drink. Chris and I fit in well.

The following day we went to Jameson, Guinness and an old Irish prison that was super creepy. More to come... The Euro recaps will never end!


At this point if I haven't convinced you to book a trip to Dublin I must be doing something wrong. If Europe isn't your thing browse the other destinations Groupon Getaways has to offer. They truly have something for everyone. Chris and I are in the process of booking our next already! Which place would you choose?
 
 

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