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Jun 01, 2009 19:32

SO LAST NIGHT WAS FÉILE NA SAMHNA

So Cashman and Ingram came with me and Teagan because I haven't been to Féile na Samhna since I was ELEVEN, and this time I can get drunk without putting my poor mother to shame (at least while she was alive to see it) so I spent the past couple of days pretty fucking drunk most of the time so when I woke up today everyone was talking all BLAH BLAH THE WAR IS OVER and I put my pillow over my head and wondered if the IRA had all been locked up or something, or maybe that the Americans or the Soviets finally just gave up on their fucking war, but no.

No, apparently James and Lily Potter had a kid with a thick enough skull to survive the Killing Curse which doesn't surprise me at ALL not that I'm not grateful, mind.

Maybe if I could turn on a light and not die of my hangover I would sound a little more enthusiastic (I'm writing this by torch if you'll believe it).

It is old but it is beautiful, and its colours they are fine.
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne.
My father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore.
And on the Twelfth I love to wear the sash my father wore!

YES
FUCK YES

The war is over and we survived, Matt and Teagan and everyone else, now just DON'T FUCKING DIE BY BUS OR SOMETHING.
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