Monday 28th November 2005, 4.50pm, sitting in a Management Accounting tutorial in Áras an Phiarsaig. The anticipation of a pint in McDaid's with Fi, Lenny and his mates is giving me the jitters. No sooner had our lecturer uttered his closing remarks about Product Specific Activity Based Costing than I was out the door and tearing up Grafton St in the general direction of McDaid's. Lenny, GayOrg and Stefan were clearly already in high spirits no doubt due to the early commencement of the drinking session. After one swift pint, myself, Col and Fi left for Howl at the Moon where the Brendan Courtney Show was being filmed, via McDonald's for a quick fix of the old reliable eurosaver menu. We met Emsy in the queue outside eating a bag of popcorn. Unfortunately the chemical properties of the popcorn caused her tongue piercing to fall out on not one but two occasions! Lucky good ol' Grum was there to screw it back in.
On our way in we were each given a free drinks voucher. After arguing with the woman giving them out it looked for a brief second like I might get a second voucher! Alas in the end it was not to be however since Emsy wasn't drinking I was able to buy hers for the price of an orange juice. We were sitting in the bar area with our drinks waiting for the show to begin filming and just as I ordered my second we were all told to finish up our drinks and head upstairs to where it was being filmed. Bloody typical. Knocked back the drink and headed upstairs. The room was very small and only stools to sit on so not the most comfortable of situations however 
definitely acceptable. The warm up guy (Brendan's brother?!) was great however my larynx suffered severely from all the cheering practice. Finally Brendan appeared and the show got underway. It was hard work laughing hard at the jokes when sometimes they were only mildly amusing or not funny at all. The guests were a gardener, a chef and a TV presenter. Good craic but was well in need of a drink by the end which came only after multiple takes of Brendan's entrance.Leaving Howl at the Moon we headed for Doyles to meet up with the Germans who were just leaving Abracadabra! No secret was made of the fact that they had been eating garlic fries. After a few in Doyles we migrated over to XXI, formerly Coyote Lounge. A fiver in and €3 drinks all night. It was here that things got messy. We took control of a booth consisting of soft couches and a small yet remarkably sturdy table in the middle for drinks. (See photos below) Fi somehow discovered the joys of spinning on one's head and was eager for everyone else to join in. This had inevitable consequences and the resulting carnage can be seen below. Another mission of Fi's was to run her fingers through the back of Leopold's soft silky hair and employed various somewhat unorthodox methods of doing so producing hilarious results.
Kicked out at closing time, myself and Fi ended up in Charlie's 3 for some delicious Chinese cuisine. Leaving Charlie's we swiftly obtained a taxi and steered in the direction of 30 priory grove. As always, a picture paints a thousand words so I'll leave it to the pics below to fill in the gaps.
Now away with ye...
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