Saturday Night: When the Freaks Come Out

Weekends here in Galway are very, very long. The fact that I have no classes on Friday contributes to this, but even so, the weekends here drag on. They're fun, that's for sure, but they never seem to end; come Sunday night, I am actually ready for Monday to come (how twisted is that?!?!).

This weekend has been good. Thursday night, Friday night, and Saturday night were spent at a pub called The King's Head...our favorite spot. It's a two-floor pub with a stage for live music, lots of room to talk and dance, and good deals on bottles of Corona. But last night's outing really floored me (and no, I wasn't passed out...I was actually sober haha). Let's see...there were the two 40-something year old Irish dudes trying to pick us up and constantly blowing in my ear...and then there was the verrry drunk man wearing a cowbow hat, who danced for my friends and I and then proceeded to unzip his pants and show-off his "lucky" boxer briefs...and then, of course, there was the old man sitting on a stool, in a corner, completely passed-out asleep. In a pub! Asleep! Who does that? He was probably my favorite character there.

Of course this morning, after a night of actually not drinking, I woke up feeling like crap...explain that one to me. So instead of being productive, I spent the day whining about my throat, eating soup, and watching DVDs on my computer. I finally dragged my ass out to Mass, which helped me gain some human interaction, but boy, that 15 minute walk took a LOT out of me. PATHETIC!!

Anyway, I'll end it here...this typing is far too exhausting. But goodnight, goodluck, and stay away from the dude in the cowboy hat at The King's Head.