And when you dance, dance like there's no one watching you.

May 23, 2006

The bar was soooo much fun last night! THE RANDY LEPRECHAUN!!!! Drank some pints that I totally couldn't afford, sang Can't Buy Me Love on karaoke, and chatted up some locals and some people from the other tours. Met a guy named Collum who played for the Kerry rugby team. The team won't let you drink, smoke, stay out late, or sleep with/beside your wife on game nights. And the players take it VERY seriously. Collum said he only lasted two seasons. Mark the Aussie was nowhere to be found for most of the night, then he called and got us to order him some food. An hour later he shows up, PISSED drunk, sings some karaoke, and eats his cold lasagne. When I got up the next morning, it was still besided his bed and he ate it for breakfast! What a trooper. We loaded the bus and drove towards Cork city, oh the Randy Leprechaun is OUTSIDE of Cork, in Anascaul by the way... Anyway, we went to Blarney Castle, and on the way saw the big Ireland bike race. Spandex in the morning, that's what I'm talking about. I kissed the Blarney Stone (!!) and wandered around the woolen mills and had some lunch with Kim (Aussie) and Scott (Canadian). Joe had to drive us into Cork city and say goodbye because his brother was in hospital. We all went and bought stuff for another cook-up, and went back to the hostel where Scott, Mark, and I made enough food to feed a fucking army. Then we wandered back into town and joined the huge crowd of people to welcome Muntser home with the cup! It was great, everyone cheering and waving flags, cameras everywhere, whistles and horns and a huge tv screen set up. Awesome. We had a few pints to celebrate, then the 'girls' went home and I went to another pub with Mark, Scott, Matt, and Marc, and we had some GREAT conversation until the bar closed.