Farewell Kev!

Phew! Last night I got a late invitation to drinks in town with Kev, Dan and Denis. I gladly accepted the invitation as it was Kev’s last night before heading to Clifden for the summer and I hadn’t seen Dirty Denis in about 18 months. The plan was to meet in The Temple Bar at 10pm but of course when I arrived at 10.10, I was the only one there. I wasn’t too put off mind you and purchased a creamy pint of Guinness while I waited for the boys. The Temple Bar was jammed with tourists, many of them American and I quietly surveyed the scene while sipping my pint and listening to the ludicrously loud trad band. Denis was the first to turn up and I barely recognised him with all the facial hair. He looked like Kevin Bacon! We purchased more pints and soon got talking to some randomers. The randomers turned out to be Danielle, Meghan and Travis. Danielle was from Windsor, Ontario and the others were from Florida.

As talking progressed and Dan also arrived, I let slip that Col is currently living in Toronto, not too far from Windsor. Danielle, being a crazy Canadian, insisted on getting in touch with Col. Always the match-maker, I promptly texted Col with a message from Danielle. As was to be expected, Col’s response was ‘Who… What?’. I move on from that topic and decided to question Travis as to how he got nasty looking cuts all over his face. I was expecting some big tale of courage and bravery and more courage where he intervened on a situation where a woman was being attacked by a big guy with a knife. Unfortunately, the truth was far less exciting. It turns out he was attempting to give Danielle a piggy-back and in doing so, fell forward and cut his face open! I advised him that in future he concoct a much more masculine story and forget the real explanation.

When I had given up trying to persuade the Canadian and Americans that Denis looked like Kevin Bacon and Dan looked like Gary Sinise, I decided to make tracks. I had intended to take the last bus home at 11.30 however due to the late arrival of the boys, it wasn’t really going to happen. I did however have every intention of catching the first vomit comet at 12.30, which I did. On my way home I realised that I didn’t have my house key. I texted each of the three lads I live with to unlock the front door before they went to bed. I of course forgot that they were all already in bed and later found out that they had all got out of bed to unlock the front door for me, only to meet each other in the hall. Each one thought they were the only one who got the text!


It’s the next day and I’m positively wrecked. I am still easing myself back into a drinking buzz following a four week abstinence. The weekend just gone was a drinking disaster however I did manage to have four pints last night and not get too bad. However despite this, I’m in a very lethargic place right now and am looking forward to a good sleep tonight. But not before a delicious chicken korma first!

Now away with ye…