written documentation
Day 1.
kusse arives decked out in a purple fleece, pink crocks and sweats. passes out for 3 hours while im at dress rehearsal. cook stir-fry for dinner...documentation. attend performance...documentation. after party at cubins- oddly reminiscent of our toads experiences. meet up with my irish dance friends, make a good call and get a taxi. arrive at cubins...start off the night with kusse's first bulmers, appley and delectable. meet some very interesting gentleman from galway, entirely too drunk and completely incoherent. buys me drink, I lose kusse, I smile and nod at whatever the hell he is saying. on the dance floor manage to flash the entire club when he picks me up and spins me around to grease lightning, no less. for a bad irish dancer, not so unadorable. keeps calling me 'lovely girl.' join his friends and kusse,friend keeps saying 'thats brilliant' to kusse. gets kicked out of club. after minor molestation from the irish, we make our escape, join friends. drevel's 'fuck off' at my irishman may have helped. keep meeting this girl in the bathroom who tells us she works at a bar and to be careful in ireland because to irish guys americans are easy...gee, i wonder where we get that stereotype. kusse fails in her attempts to see if any irish people have seen boondock saints. 50 yr old lampposted woman and 20 yr old man start going at it on our coats. meet lovely african man with the awful pick up line of...so I hear american girls are good dancers...left that one for round 4 of pints. meet intrigued irishman over kusse's crocs...documentation. meet his cousin who isnt sure 'which one of us he fancies.' hilarious conversations. invited to 'have a session' back at their place...irish for drink whiskey til it comes back up. leave club, made to kiss said irishman repeatedly who wanted to know what that taste on my lips was...kusse in hysterics. stumble home, remove shoes to walk...documentation. meet lovely gentlemen from illinois and montana on the way who wanted to know if I was injured. arrive home, kusse passes out in suitcase. raid kitchen. wake up dano. fall asleep to daniel craig? wake up sans pants.
kusse arives decked out in a purple fleece, pink crocks and sweats. passes out for 3 hours while im at dress rehearsal. cook stir-fry for dinner...documentation. attend performance...documentation. after party at cubins- oddly reminiscent of our toads experiences. meet up with my irish dance friends, make a good call and get a taxi. arrive at cubins...start off the night with kusse's first bulmers, appley and delectable. meet some very interesting gentleman from galway, entirely too drunk and completely incoherent. buys me drink, I lose kusse, I smile and nod at whatever the hell he is saying. on the dance floor manage to flash the entire club when he picks me up and spins me around to grease lightning, no less. for a bad irish dancer, not so unadorable. keeps calling me 'lovely girl.' join his friends and kusse,friend keeps saying 'thats brilliant' to kusse. gets kicked out of club. after minor molestation from the irish, we make our escape, join friends. drevel's 'fuck off' at my irishman may have helped. keep meeting this girl in the bathroom who tells us she works at a bar and to be careful in ireland because to irish guys americans are easy...gee, i wonder where we get that stereotype. kusse fails in her attempts to see if any irish people have seen boondock saints. 50 yr old lampposted woman and 20 yr old man start going at it on our coats. meet lovely african man with the awful pick up line of...so I hear american girls are good dancers...left that one for round 4 of pints. meet intrigued irishman over kusse's crocs...documentation. meet his cousin who isnt sure 'which one of us he fancies.' hilarious conversations. invited to 'have a session' back at their place...irish for drink whiskey til it comes back up. leave club, made to kiss said irishman repeatedly who wanted to know what that taste on my lips was...kusse in hysterics. stumble home, remove shoes to walk...documentation. meet lovely gentlemen from illinois and montana on the way who wanted to know if I was injured. arrive home, kusse passes out in suitcase. raid kitchen. wake up dano. fall asleep to daniel craig? wake up sans pants.