Monday, July 31, 2006

• Saturday night was by all accounts  a brilliant night out... ... we ended up in Craw Daddy again,  ...  hey if it works why change it.  The crowd was the same,  but I didn't recognise anyone.  I recall dancing for at least an hour and drinking Vodka and lime... then losing my drink at least on two occasions.
  
  The night seemed to end all too early..  and soon the four of us were walking toward Rathmines in search of a cab...  we (Paul, Sandra, Denise & myself)  didn't have to walk far.  Just walking along.. in the spits of rain,  I thought about how that couple I'd watch getting married earlier were probably sitting on their hotel room bed... staring into each others eyes  saying to each other "we're married"....  probably crying with happiness.
  
  Then the cab arrived...  the trick to getting a cab  is to look as sober as possible.  Walking along straight... with no food or drink in your hand.
  
  We got in.. and departed for home... some €22 later... 
  
  The others   (Dave, Dolly,  Dan)  followed shortly behind...  in another cab...
  
  We all sat and chatted... some nodded off..  I remember having a bacardi...  and losing that drink somewhere. 
  
  There were attempts made to play games.. to tell jokes.... to make sense.   All of which failed.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  When Paul fell asleep it was time for some practical jokes...  *courier hands was quite funny at the time.  Though the next day he wasn't happy.  I did tell him it could have been worse.  I stopped them doing his face.
  
  
  *A courier  is someone who drives a motor bike  or Bicycle  around the city delivering parcels  or letters  needed in a hurry.  Most times they are white  apart from their  hands and nose and eyes.
  
  AKA  fake tan
  
  
  A great night
  

  
  
  
  
   
  

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