Sleeping in after a long day is one of the most satisfying experiences known to man ... or at least to this irritable human. You see, there I go again with that annoying artistic license. We took our time slathering on makeup and picking out the perfect outfit for a day out on the town in Ireland.

The day was already off to a rough start because in both the UK and Europe, one has to purchase a particular charging adapter in order to refill that trusty battery on your mobile devices. Now, here is where the first roadblock occurs, and this is the most ironic term of the entire adventure to date.

None of the lovely adapters left by our host worked, or they took nine years to move our devices up five percentage points. Therefore, we were delayed just a tad. Finally, we grabbed our bearings and headed down the steps to the car. This is where we hit mass destruction.

The turd had been clamped. To park in this particular complex, we had to register the old turd with the parking spot identification number, but you see, our host only left a Irish number, and we can only call American telephone numbers. If we were to call an Irish number, roaming charges would activate, and the phone bill would be astronomically high for this month.

Expletives flew once again, and I merely laughed because it is literally like we're currently on the set of a more tame version of European Vacation, sans Chevy Chase and numerous vehicular incidents.

It took a few moments, but my mother paid the hefty fee to unclamp the car. Not even 30 seconds later, the parking lot services employee sped around the corner to #FreeTheTurd.

Once that situation diffused, we walked to a cute little restaurant for breakfast where I could enjoy an amazing cup of coffee. Somehow we happened upon this place as we were headed to the bus, which is where the story gets even better.

After dining and not dashing - because we definitely don't roll that way - we headed to the bus stop. This gem of a public transit operation was supposed to take us as near to our destination as possible, which was the Guiness Storehouse. Well, it wouldn't be a true European vacation if we didn't have to trek about 40 minutes through the city to reach our destination. Mind you, my sister and I wore heeled shoes today because apparently we'll do anything for fashion, like aggravate our bunyans and neuromas to the point of no return ... but, we'll get to that minor detail a smidgen later.

We did the self-guided tour through a mess of people, and of course, I was a literal hot mess. You see, I don't necessarily like beer, so picture little old me overlooking the beautiful city of Dublin trying to force a pint down and not activate my gag reflex. It was quite the scene, I'm sure.

Eventually, we finished drinking our beers, midday by the way, and walked back toward the shops in the center of the city. We did a little perusing and purchased a few knickknacks before finding a restaurant for dinner where we in fact consumed more alcohol. This is how I discovered that my tolerance lies more along the lines of mixed drinks and wine then the bitter taste of a cold brew.

We ate and we laughed, and now it was time to find another bus that would take us back to our lodging. We hopped on the bus and suddenly, it stopped. Apparently, the last stop was a 30 minute walk from our apartment. At this point, my feet were crying; they had reached their walking limit for the day, but I had to relieve my bladder; so, it was go time.

When I say go time, I mean everyone else attempted to speed walk through the dark, poorly lit streets, while I hobbled along at a grandmother's pace. How fitting.

I couldn't take the pain any longer - it felt as if fire ants were biting the bottoms of my feet while someone shoved a crumpled piece of paper between my big toe and my middle toe. I made everyone stop, ripped off my booties, and walked the remaining distance in my socks.

It was quite the day, but a fun day at that. Any day that begins with coffee is a good day in my book. Stay tuned for New Years in London - I'm sure the next two days will take the cake, and I'll have even more slightly disastrous but ultimately hilarious events to disclose.