Glanced through the thread and stopped reading once I found this gem:
So, last night.
After we got to talking about the pub crawl in the hostel's common room, and some of the guys headed out, one of the German girls noticed that someone had left their camera on the sofa. She was nervous, so I took charge and had her come with me to the front desk to hand it over. Front desk, in confidence or maybe sheer laziness, suggested that I just hand over the camera to the guy in question myself since I knew who he was (Mr. Affliction Tee who had thankfully broken the deafening silence earlier). I agreed.
German girl thanked me for taking care of it. I encouraged her, and her in absentia beautiful friend who had been very quiet but eyeing me a whole lot in the common room earlier, to come to the pub crawl. She wasn't confident, though, that the quiet girl would be willing to come, being tired from their travels. We parted ways and they never showed later that night.
At pub crawl time I waited by the front desk with the camera, and Affliction Tee showed up on his way to the crawl. He lit up immediately in shock and awe that his camera wasn't lost forever, since it was left alone in a hostel common area and it was worth more than ten cents, and immediately befriended me and introduced me to his group: himself and his brother from Minnesota, a coincidental Minnesotan girl they had met, and a guy and a girl both from Melbourne also coincidentally.
We spent the rest of the night drinking...a lot. The Minnesotan brothers had been awake for some 35 hours as the night went on, had been drinking steadily since 9am and could no longer remain standing, so they bailed, leaving me with the two Australians and the Minnesotan girl. The group ties frayed at that point, and conversation became very difficult and yelling-single-words-and-making-hand-gestures-oriented as we crawled onward to pubs with live music playing, so things went downhill from there. Australian dude found an enthusiastic girl, Australian girl bounced around, and Minnesotan girl soon bailed. I wandered around a bit, but everyone in the 70 strong crawl had settled in with their special someones, so I took a cab back to the hostel, passed out, and woke up somewhere around 3am when my five girl dormmates couldn't get the door open with their room key.
After a groggy morning where all the ladies, Canadians from various origins who had banded together, pranced around in their underwear (until I headed toward the shower in my own underwear and they stared; thanks Calvin Klein!), I made my way to the Guinness Storehouse and poured a perfect pint and took in the landscape from the Gravity Bar. Back to Temple Bar, now, lunch in belly and writing this post. Accompanying photos to follow.
What a fucking loser