Despite the depressing fact I spent 90 euro in the one night, it was the best New Years ever. We prinked in Alex's, then went to War and saw Ciaran who was home from Berlin, and then Eimear had a big gigantic epic gaff party that EVERYONE was at. And I mean everyone. From all walks and clubnights of life. I got a taxi back into town at 8am with James and Daniel and we had magical centra rolls and DIED, slumped over ourselves for two hours waiting on a fucking bus. But other than that everything was fantastic. PICTURES! The first one was taken by Ciaran 'MacLanky' ha, and The big group one is taken by the wonderful James McLoughlin yo.
After an awful recovery that seemed to last forever it was Tuesday, and time to celebrate Shane's 21 year existence, so Ellen and I toddled off to his swanky flat for some prinkin' with a few others, It was here I learned of the Drinking game 'Flip Cup', the most fucking intense RACE ever that I'm convinced was my downfall, and of course Brennivin, or 'The Black Death'. JESUS. Petrol. So after all of this bant we headed off to Crawdaddy for some C.U.N.T., which I don't really remember at all, although I did see Jens who's upsettingly disappeared out of my life so that was nice. And I did have delicious chips in the Harcourt Diner before shane knocked them all over the place. RAGE.
and then I K.O'd. YAY.
I spent the next day in my pyjammies until 7PM, until Ciara called me and was like 'YOU HAVE TO COME OUT FOR CHRISTABELLES BIRTHDAY'. I was ready by 9, amazingly, and on my way into town. Bottle of wine number 4, since January 1st. Twas a pretty uneventful night, alot of dancing, alot of cocktails. An arrest. you know. The usual. After Workman's I got the most incredible centra roll that everyone wanted. All jealous of course that I have the best ideas for food combos ever. Chicken, Cheese, Mayo and Olives. OH MY GOD. Gorgeous. OH and Ally Wrynn was there who we haven't seen in ninety years!
I can't remember if anything interesting happened on Wednesday or Thursday, but on Friday it was David Goodlife's birthday, so myself, Lauren, Craig and Ellen went to the Odeon and drank tequila and ate nibbles and did other things of a partyish nature, and gave David his birthday kisses of course. After a few hours of birthday bants we went to War and partied down, I really wish I could remember more of it, or the party in Evan's we went to Afterwards with Declan and Daniel and Matthew and Christine and not Peter because he RAN AWAY, but I can't, for many reasons. It was yet another great night though.
I'll tell you one thing though, I'm mighty sick of wandering around town at 7am being cold and having no money. I wouldn't be able for being homeless, not at all. It's not going to happen for a while though, I'm gonna stay in and be healthy and well behaved, at leaast till the end of the month. Or else I'll just cut down on going out altogether. My livers actually been hurting the past few days. I don't want jaundice. ICK.
That was a nice wee read, pity none of your pictures will show up.. my laptop clearly doesn't approve of their content..
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