It was an average Friday. We went to Ag. Science. I got a surprisingly good 60% on my test. We then had study with Egghead in 306 with the juniors, all two of them. It was gawd-awful. People kept taking cracks at various things and he didn't give a shit.
The highlight was when one of the 5th-years looked at the ground beside my chair and said, "That is one messy bag...", which was promptly answered with a "That's what she said!" from the other side of the room :D
I glided through Biology grinds with Frank. That ninety minutes goes weirdly fast.
I was collected by my dad afterwards with information on our weekly Chinese takeaway. This time, "Michael the Electrician" was joining in, which was a nice addition to the dinner table, seeing as how my brother rarely graces dinner time with us anymore. Then again, "when we have dinner" is debatable. It's usually a, "Does anyone want dinner tonight?", sort of affair. I finished my Beef Fried Rice and turned on my phone. Then, the most wonderful thing in the world happened.
I noticed I had a voicemail. I never get voicemail. I never leave voicemail. I hate voicemail. So I checked my voicemail. It was a voicemail from Paul. The voicemail said to call him back "whenever". I replied to the voicemail with my house phone, which he didn't answer. I didn't leave a voicemail...
He called a few minutes later. It turned out that he was in Galway. I thought I was in for another cyclic weekend routine, but not anymore. I met him in squareyes, where I decided not to pay on until Rory came along. Paul kept asking if I would stay the night at his sister's house in Claregalway. I made my uncertainty very clear, until the clincher was belatedly announced by Paul...
...FREE HOUSE!
Of course, that changed everything. I jumped straight on to the bandwagon, as did Rory. Paul and I got a cab back to my house, where I gathered up some clothes and where we waited for Rory. We were all ready to walk back into town and order a cab out to Claregalway, splitting the fair. Instead, my dad offered us a lift, so we gladly accepted. First though, we went to the 24h Tesco in Galway Shopping Centre. Paul picked up some biscuits, milk and dog food, Rory bought a 2l bottle of Pepsi and I bought a can of Rockstar to compliment all the Rock Band which we planned on playing.
When we got to Claregalway, Paul let us in and introduced us to his sister's dog, Deuce. Deuce is now officially the bestest-dog-in-the-world. He can sit, stay, roll over, give individual paws and high-five on command. The rest of the night was pretty much a blur of pizza, Rock Band, Texas Hold-'Em, and trying our very best to watch Road Trip, before eventually giving up. The whole thing was filmed on handheld cameras, which annoyed me immensely. Also, Tom Green's acting license should be revoked and cremated. By 6.30am, we were all bored so we decided to hit-the-hay. I dibs'd the bed, so Rory had to make due with a sleeping bag. I slept soundly until 8am when I started feeling sick, so I got up. I'm one of those guys who, once he gets up, can't go back to bed again. So I ended up staying awake the next five-and-a-half hours until Rory woke up, spending my time watching Jokerman: Tommy Tiernan in America, Short Circuit on Blu-ray Disc, and playing Rock Band.
Eventually, the other two woke up, so we grabbed the 2.30pm bus into the city. €1.80 single-fair, not too shabby. We were all starving at this stage, so we headed down to squareyes to see if Jason or Tim wanted to go for lunch. Both were working until 4.30pm at the earliest, so Rory, Paul and I went to Ed's and got Meatball Parmigiana's etc. We migrated to Butler's Café shortly after, where I got a White Hot Chocolate with Caramel. Paul bought a Mocha for himself and Tim, something which Paul refers to as a "mutual understanding between Tim and I". We paid on for some cumputers and played some CoD5 Nazi Zombies. We reached Round 11 before we were dumped. Prior to us, a bunch of five-year olds got to Round 20, before they were cut-off from a mistake at the front desk. Apparently they "would have gotten way further!". Brats...
Eoghan and Andrew eventually wobbled in, and so joined us with Paul's awkward "forty-five minute" time slots for €3.75. James came in soon after and told us all about the gig he been at in The Gaf.
I finally got to watch my recording of the Final of I'm a Celebrity... Get Me Out of Here!. Disappointed that George Takei didn't win, but happy for Joe Swash. Always good for a laugh!
When we got to Claregalway, Paul let us in and introduced us to his sister's dog, Deuce. Deuce is now officially the bestest-dog-in-the-world. He can sit, stay, roll over, give individual paws and high-five on command. The rest of the night was pretty much a blur of pizza, Rock Band, Texas Hold-'Em, and trying our very best to watch Road Trip, before eventually giving up. The whole thing was filmed on handheld cameras, which annoyed me immensely. Also, Tom Green's acting license should be revoked and cremated. By 6.30am, we were all bored so we decided to hit-the-hay. I dibs'd the bed, so Rory had to make due with a sleeping bag. I slept soundly until 8am when I started feeling sick, so I got up. I'm one of those guys who, once he gets up, can't go back to bed again. So I ended up staying awake the next five-and-a-half hours until Rory woke up, spending my time watching Jokerman: Tommy Tiernan in America, Short Circuit on Blu-ray Disc, and playing Rock Band.
Eventually, the other two woke up, so we grabbed the 2.30pm bus into the city. €1.80 single-fair, not too shabby. We were all starving at this stage, so we headed down to squareyes to see if Jason or Tim wanted to go for lunch. Both were working until 4.30pm at the earliest, so Rory, Paul and I went to Ed's and got Meatball Parmigiana's etc. We migrated to Butler's Café shortly after, where I got a White Hot Chocolate with Caramel. Paul bought a Mocha for himself and Tim, something which Paul refers to as a "mutual understanding between Tim and I". We paid on for some cumputers and played some CoD5 Nazi Zombies. We reached Round 11 before we were dumped. Prior to us, a bunch of five-year olds got to Round 20, before they were cut-off from a mistake at the front desk. Apparently they "would have gotten way further!". Brats...
Eoghan and Andrew eventually wobbled in, and so joined us with Paul's awkward "forty-five minute" time slots for €3.75. James came in soon after and told us all about the gig he been at in The Gaf.
I finally got to watch my recording of the Final of I'm a Celebrity... Get Me Out of Here!. Disappointed that George Takei didn't win, but happy for Joe Swash. Always good for a laugh!
2 comments:
No, it's cool. You don't need to mention Rory and I's co-leadership of the Emperor's Imperial Army over the poorly trained U.S. Marines.
I wish George Takei had won, too! :)
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