Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!

[fiery_irish]

So, I rung up my mam and dad and told them that I would work in my dad's pub over Christmas to pay the damages for what I did- stocking shelves and that. I can't believe it was that bloody easy. Then Mam cried over the telephone. They're letting me go home to get my things together for school, so she must not be too mad at me

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[thomasdean]

That's brill, Seamus. Suz and I caught a bit of the West Ham game on the telly, but we never managed to get tickets for one.

[fiery_irish]

That's football, is it? How was the game? Hey, where've you been? I haven't heard from you in bloody ages!

[thomasdean]

Yeah, course it's football. Lost to Man U in the final minutes, bummer. I've been in London all summer, Mum's been fussing over me due to my 'injury', but I reckon we should have one last hurrah before the summer's over and we've got to behave ourselves. Maybe invite the girls and Suz and Ron and them.

[fiery_irish]

Sounds good! I could use some "well-behaved" fun. ;)

[thomasdean]

What do you think? This weekend have our last hurrah?

[fiery_irish]

Sure. Where?

[thomasdean]

London? Dublin? Does it matter? As long as we're out. I'm sure Mum wouldn't mind a few dozen people over. Just kidding, but seriously, we could probably crash here. I don't see Dad or Mum minding, just as long as no one brings up the You Know What.

[fiery_irish]

Sure thing. I'll manufacture an excuse for getting out of the country quickly. Anyone else coming?

[thomasdean]

Let me make a post and see. Parvati's online, so I'm going to ask her.

[fiery_irish]

OK, let me know. I'll be around tonight, and online.