Lost in D4

The Most Recent Adventure:

Last night, I met up with Jen Kelly, an Irish girl who came to Montana a few summers ago and stayed with Brianne Handwerk. Well, we met up on Grafton Street near St. Stephen's Green and walked to her apartment not too far away and had some tea and a chat and all was well and good. At 11:00pm, she walked me to the bus stop so that I could get a bus before they stopped running. Not too long after she left me there, the Number 11 bus came along. Now, normally I take the Number 10 bus to a bus stop right on campus, but Jen thought that the 11 would get me there too. So, I asked the driver of the Number 11 if he went to UCD Belfield. Before he answered, he shut the bus door, trapping be abroad the Number 11. He then said that he went to Mumble Mumble Street, which apparently is near UCD. I rode for about ten minutes through neighborhoods that I've never seen before. The driver then tells me that the next stop is UCD.

Where I got off the bus was nothing like UCD. I was in some pseudoresidential neighborhood with no sign of any type of University building or campus of any sort. And not only that - but I had no idea which direction to even walk. So, I chose right. Seemed like an okay choice at the time. I walked for a while until I realized that there was probably no chance of finding campus in this direction. So, I turned around.

I kept thinking the whole time: If I make it back to campus, it'll be another adventure to add to my stories; if I die, well then shit.

I began walking back towards the bus stop and when I reached it, I looked around again. Still no clue. I kept walking a little further and there came an opening in a wall with a road leading down a dimly lit path surrounded on both sides by heavy vegetation. I spotted a sign — "John Paul Construction." Damn. And then, a smaller sign in the grass... "University College Dublin." Thank God!

I made my way down this road. And before, when I said "dimly lit," that was being generous. It was like walking into Jurassic Park. But I braved being eaten by a T-Rex or a bum and walked down the dark road. The road split and I chose left. (Right seemed like more impending doom than left.) This wrapped around a building that looked rather uncampus like and passed by another with exterior lights going off and on, which was not comforting in the least.

Running into a gated dead end, I began to doubt the validity of the "University College Dublin" sign. I figured I was being lured to my death. Like some kind of messed up fairy tale.

But I turned again and found another road which took me by some sports fields that looked like they could be vaguely familiar. I kept going until finally I saw a building that I recognized. That's when I knew — I was going to live. Arrive back to the Belgrove apartments at 12am, my hour long death march was over.