Tuesday, July 13, 2010

All That Jelly, but no Toast

Thursday the 8th 


     Who would have ever thought fire represented evil and water represented purity?  I dunno, maybe you should lecture 2 hours about it.  Anyway, to pass the time, a trust fall while walking up the stairs was in order, don’t worry folks, we double-teamed that shit…I caught Aaron, Jay caught me…could have been ugly, but Gabe was likely two steps behind ready to catch us while the cougar and Doug watched eagerly, hoping to ask another question.
            Today, we decided to skip the language class…were men; we have to go to the gym right.  After class, we headed off the Mardyke Sports Facility, where we got our swole on…obviously.  So Gabe informs us there is a sauna, but we have no swim suits or change of clothes…quite the toss up.  Do we risk our dignity and go in a public sauna naked…nah, don’t wanna send the wrong signals.  No swimsuits, no naked sauna.  But the gym was incredibly nice, we lifted, rode a bike, and watched some Lady Gaga music videos…you stay classy San Diego.
            After the gym, we headed back through the wooded-alley to the apartment, showered up, and Aaron and I trekked to the mini-Tesco down the road for a few essentials.  We came back to the apartment, and went all out for dinner this time…you guessed it, pasta round 55.  This time, we hid the left-overs so the midnight drunchy monsters didn’t attack.  After dinner, we proceeded to shotgun 3 pints of beer each, without spraying too much beer all over Gabe’s dinner.  Once sufficiently lubricated, we stumbled out the front door, back to Gollum’s bar for a 21st birthday celebration.  Either the population of Cork is heavily male, which I highly doubt, or this was a GB.  Likely, a GB (what is a GB, pretty obvious, this is the same place I got 5 free shots in one night, the pieces of the puzzle began to arrange themselves).
            Ditch the GB, and head off the The Bailey, much better choice, and strangely a gender-proportional crowd.  This time, there was live music, and more than 8 square feet of bar-room floor.  A good find.  We slowly realized that returning to the same bar that we visited on night 1 was not going to end up being too exciting…and the GB really isn’t the greatest place for 3 dudes trying not to send the wrong message…sorry Gollum, but thanks for the free shots.
            Head count, minus 1…shit, we forgot Dan.  Sorry Dan, you looked pretty occupied with the 3 40+ women…props?  Well, I’ll spoil the cliff-hanger, Dan shows up tomorrow, with his clothes on, shoes tied, and wallet and dignity intact…sorry Dan.

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