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My Night out Last Sunday:
I apologize for my slight disappearence, but these two weeks have been the only "crunch time" weeks - enough excuses - my night...
Well, Lizzie and I decided to abandon temporarily the large group we had been going out with for a night of duo drinking and enjoying some grand pubbing. A place we enjoy mildly here is this dive called Molly's - which in the end is either a grand night had or a very craptacular - we decided to roll the dice and head on over. We got there at 9 on a Sunday and found nothing but comedy in the fact that there were a grand total of 6 people (including us) in the bar awaiting the live band that was supposed to go on at 9 (and didn't actually start due to what we call here "Irish Time" at 11) - there was a group of four friends who new the band, and inbewteen us and that group sitting at the bar was a lad semi-double bent over because it appeared he had been drinking since 3 pm. He was so drunk we caught him doing the one fingered texting a few times - It was really a funny scene, but nothing that made me think this was going to be a good night...
Two hours of drinking fly by, people enter and crowd - nothing too huge...Lizzie and I still had prime seats at the bar for the show. The band was Grand - They are called Free Beer - which let's face it is probably one of the brightest names for a band - because who when they see that on a poster isnt going to show up?! I ask you that!!
The night started to get very good indeed....The first group to approach us came over and poured us some of their pitcher of sex and the beach - we talked and danced...I was proposed to by someone who thinks that kissing your hand is stylish and even charming - when in fact it's the most revolting form of communication one can try and act out.,...next came two irish rubgy players who had; "been watching us all night" - regardless - we weren't about to turn down a free pitcher of sex and the beach - (so far, lizzie and I are drunk and yet we had only spent 20 euro between us for 4 hours of drinking) - Things were going well and I was getting along fine with one of the rugby lads - yet - bars in Ireland are like standing in line for a really good concert - you walk away, and you lose your place in line...and walk away they did and told us to wait while they went for a smoke - but already we were approached by two other gents - who I think were the most fun and we danced with them until the night was over - and dancing in ireland isn't the same as in america - no real grinding or dirty bumhumping - it's just fun expression, being drunk, and having fun -
What began as a night of "meh, let's go out" - and started at a bar at 9 - ended up being an actually very fun, eventful night - Lizzie was hit on by a lesbian, I was grabbed, pushed by a drunk man viloently looking to dance - and I punched him in the face before his friends broke it up, and for all other reasons explained -- and we didn't leave until the lights turned on at 2:30 - and it was
'Closing time
every new beginning
comes form some other beginning's end'
...I tell you - I hadn't felt the truth of those words until that night...I mean it.