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When I arrived in Cork, I made my way to their flat without any problems and… BAM… Rick walks out the front door as I approach. Timing couldn’t be better. Rick bailed to meet a chick he had never met before, good story behind that. Tim, Eoin, and I chat for a bit and then headed to the shops so they could scratch Mother’s Day off the to-do list. Conversation was immediately easy and fluid between all of us. Once Rick came home, the three of us sat around and shot the shit before the guys threw together some stir fry for dinner… delicious! We settled over some beers and then fired it up with shots before heading into town for a birthday party. Lots of drinking, conversation, and even a bit of dancing took place before heading back to the flat around 2 for an after party consisting of tea for some and vodka punch for the more adventurous. Well, not too long after that, we drank all the vodka. What’s that you say, “We have Jaeger! “ Now we’re out of Jaeger? I suppose it’s time to tap into the two buck chuck wine. We’ve now entered prohibition… I’m fairly certain I recall the time when I finally crashed being about 5:30a. I know this because at 4am everyone left and Rick performed a strip tease in the middle of the flat for Eoin and me, the lucky ones, to see him shake around his hairy ass. That’s when Tim (Who was sleeping at this point) came alive and jumped into the living room. Apparently, Rick decided to use Tim’s bed instead of his own to cap off his night. Tim being the nice guy that he is felt obliged to leave the room for a bit. Solid night with a good story I’d say. For Tim’s sake, I hope the curtains aren’t as bad as I heard.
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| Rick |
Tim and Eoin spent Sunday celebrating Mother’s Day with family. Rick and I were supposed to play a bit of rugby, which I was definitely looking forward to, but he phoned in sick with a broken ankle. Some people just shouldn’t drink until 5am. Instead, he and I hung out drinking in the flat all afternoon. He was holding out on us and had a secret stash of wine and cider… hair of the dog! I stuck around until I needed to make myself scarce for Rick to have a nooner with his night cap. That’s when I jumped out into the city for a walk around with a pitstop for more booze. It was about 2 hours later when I returned to the flat with a case of Stella and Rick answers the door with essentially no clothes on, love it but where’s my damn strip show? I dropped the liver elixir into the fridge and ducked back into the city again for some more exploration. While out this time, I ran into the same people I met at the hostel in Dublin, at the Guinness Storehouse, and crossing the river back to the hostel. How random is that? This was the 3rd chance encounter with them and I made the decision to make evening plans for drinks and some live music. It’s just too small of a world to let that shit go. Anyway, I returned to the flat a couple hours later and finally clothes were on all around and it was time for the lass to meet some of her friends for dinner. Rick and I commenced our binge weekend and at some point he snuck away for a crash course in pillow cuddling. Tim and Eoin had returned by now and we kicked it for a few hours.
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| Bru Bar Festivities |
Around this time, I started to hit the proverbial wall of tired. I tried to cancel my plans for drinks and music in town until Rick put on his game face. He smacked me and threw a can of Stella at me. We were ready to go again. This night took us to Bru Bar for some reggae… oh yea! It wasn’t great, but you have to love the mood reggae puts a group in. Tim and Eoin stayed in so after a few drinks, Rick and I brought the party back to the flat. Though there aren’t any good stories that came from this, a good time was had by all.
I did some touristy stuff on Monday while Rick hibernated and Tim and Eoin worked. I’m sorry guys but I can’t get on board with calling what you do “work.” Cork is small and fun with plenty to do but the people are really the big attraction. Once I got home, I cooked up some pasta with Italian sausage and sweet pepper marinara for the boys and we had a mellow evening of conversation. It was an excellent last night in the city. I left in the morning after the four of us chowed down on some porridge and tea. I’ll miss them but know that someday we’ll cross paths again.
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| City Centre - I did other stuff than drinking... |
=) This is the kind of storytelling that's totally worth reading. On a different note, I will always be envious of your uncanny ability to evade hangovers. Amazing.
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