In the words of

Mac Lethal, the kisses taste like alcohol that's how you know it's love.
I really didn't want to leave Cork yesterday, I was really enjoying the quaint city after 2 nights, met some awesome people, fun people, and I met one Irish person in Cork, the rest were German which seems to be a pretty common theme for this trip and I really have to laugh at the fact that I was in an Irish pub in Cork as the only American surrounded by Germans, once again.
I was walking down the street to the bus station and there was a man playing piano, on the street, just very smooth, slow, almost jazzy piano, reminded me a lot of Tom Waits stile, and as I kept walking I heard a man on another instrument, not a flute, I think it's called an elbow whistle but I'm not sure. The man on piano was behind me, the man playing the wind instrument was to my right, almost equal distances away, and I stopped and listened to both songs, both different, both clashed beautifully, and neither of the musicians knew it. Just a random anomoly, obscured by the rushed lifestyle of city life, passed up by so many.
I spent 6 hours on a bus and the bus driver was listening to Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers for the first 3. I don't feel like I need to say more than this, other than I really needed to get off that damn bus and as I entered Dublin I was excited and a little lost but happy to be on the bus then scared because I don't tend to like large cities but I found the hostel, talked to the man behind the counter who just happened to be from California so we went out for drinks and he showed me a bar and the night ended when I caught eye contact with her and smiled, and she laughed, and we danced, and got closer, and danced through the night, drinking, kissing, and I didn't even know her name until I walked her home. So we laughed again, and kissed again, and even without the music we danced again in the street and that was my first 5 hours in Dublin. Let's see what's next.