Bus to Ireland

Currently, I'm on a bus to Ireland. Well, sort of. Finally on my way to Boston, to meet up with my now-graduated friends, to get on a plane to Ireland. I've graduated too, or so I've been told. Only difference is, I didn't get my diploma. Thank you, Student Receivables Office (and thank you, library fines).

Though a Euro-trip post graduation may seem cliché and easy, such has not been the case. Here's a recap:
June 4: Graduation. Fun times, but too many cases of swine flu. Recipe for disaster? Get 1600 college seniors to drink more than ever before then not sleep, ruin their immune systems, then get in as close proximity of each other as possible every night to share many hugs, kisses, and viruses.
June 5: Move out. Harder than any final, hands down.
June 6: Therapy sessions to help get over the fact that we have been kicked out of fantasyland: land of ready-yet-uneaten hot breakfasts and parties where all sketchiness has at least passed the screen of the harvard admissions process.
June 8: Courtney "loses" her passport and fears she will have to miss out on Ireland.
June 9: Courtney finds her passport but Heidi misses her bus to Boston due to poor maneuvering by her cab driver, which leaves a 2 feet dent in on the side of the pretty yellow cab.

Having overcome all these obstacles (and we pray there are no more), we are off to our first post-grad adventure! Hope you all enjoy the blog, EuroClass09*.

*Classy, not Trashy... and Classy, but also in the Class of 09... get it? get it? Oh, we are so clever. There probably was no need for me to provide this explanation.