The weekly installment of drunken tales from the weekend. What an empty life I lead! This time it was a three day event. It's probably boring to read so I will just say that Friday involved watching the Olympics in the Pines, women's indoor volleyball was the sport in question... and what a sport it is. Better not say any more or I'll get dumped. Saturday, bike riding for the afternoon.
Mr. X paid a visit to our nations capital on Saturday night. One of the funniest things that happened was when Mr. X milled into a puddle at a bus stop and drenched an old geezer.
24 August 2004
15 August 2004
Dublin ain't so bad
Not a bad weekend was had. Friday night was excellent. Went for dinner and beer with a few fellas from work. The funniest night I've had in a long time. Dublin is really enjoyable these days. And, there is plenty of room in pubs due to about 200 patrons standing outside every pub smoking fags. They seem to be happy to spend the whole night out there and only come in to refuel. But we all know that the real essence of a pub is within the four internal walls.
Cycled into town and also cycled home, after about seven pints. The courage and the speed with which I navigated the beast was incredible. One of the lads had his bike stolen. Nicht gut.
Tried to come up with some new ideas for another website. Here is a hot tip for anyone who knows something about Father Ted, and wants to stab me in the back; www.patmustard.com is an available domain name.
Cycled into town and also cycled home, after about seven pints. The courage and the speed with which I navigated the beast was incredible. One of the lads had his bike stolen. Nicht gut.
Tried to come up with some new ideas for another website. Here is a hot tip for anyone who knows something about Father Ted, and wants to stab me in the back; www.patmustard.com is an available domain name.
10 August 2004
The Gods
The Gods were good to me today. A number of reasons make this so:
1. After having a shower I went into my room and was looking for a clean t-shirt. I stuck my left arm into the wardrobe, and rummaged around. I grabbed what I thought was an old Nike t-shirt. Not so, I unfolded it and what did I find but a brand new Homer Simpson t-shirt that I never knew I owned. Really, where did this come from? There is no-one here to ask at the moment so I can only assume that it is a gift from above.
2. Earlier this evening I went for a bike ride and brought my digital camera. It was pretty awkward trying to ride the bike and take photos all the while dodging cars and people. So, I had a revelation/vision of some sort of attachment for the handle bars that would allow me to screw the camera onto the bike and then be virtually hands free. I might drop up to work on Saturday and manufacture this mad attachment.
1. After having a shower I went into my room and was looking for a clean t-shirt. I stuck my left arm into the wardrobe, and rummaged around. I grabbed what I thought was an old Nike t-shirt. Not so, I unfolded it and what did I find but a brand new Homer Simpson t-shirt that I never knew I owned. Really, where did this come from? There is no-one here to ask at the moment so I can only assume that it is a gift from above.
2. Earlier this evening I went for a bike ride and brought my digital camera. It was pretty awkward trying to ride the bike and take photos all the while dodging cars and people. So, I had a revelation/vision of some sort of attachment for the handle bars that would allow me to screw the camera onto the bike and then be virtually hands free. I might drop up to work on Saturday and manufacture this mad attachment.
03 August 2004
County Hell
I went to Nenagh, County Tipperary this weekend. Went to visit a friend who is absolutely paranoid about his name being used on the internet. He wanted to be referred to as Mr. X. I will obey your wishes for anonymity Mr. X.
Did the usual stuff in Dublin on Friday and Saturday and then hit the road for Nenagh early on Sunday. Nice bus journey. A bit long though. Kind of wish I had a car, then again, don't really care. Arrived in Nenagh at 15:00. Mr. X didn't arrive on the scene for about 30 minutes because he was asleep, the bum. We then went to see his new house. Very nice. A man could do well there. I had a beer and then we went to the parents of Mr. X. As usual there was a massive meal. Every time I go there I fall for the same trick, eat loads but forget that I have to drink later, meanwhile the food is somehow reducing my beer capacity. I think they do it on purpose. So we finished dinner and helped out by washing the dishes... no we didn't... we just left and went to Dromineer Harbor on the river Shannon. We befriended a really smart dog and then watched some fool sail a 30ft rented yacht into about 2ft of water. There was a big family on board and the kids thought this was hilarious. It was funny, in a kind of lose-your-€500-security-deposit-on-a-boat-kind-of-way. We had some ice-cream and hit the road.
Niall came around to the house and we watched a few episodes of the Sopranos. Soon after it was off to the pub. Enjoyable. Then later, we went to the worlds smelliest night club. 16 year old lads drinking whiskey, fights, madness. Wilder than anything you'd ever see in America. These are the things I miss, the wild social life. It got hazy from here and I woke up the next day at high noon. There is some other stuff that happened, but I am scanning through a potential list of people who would be offended and there are a few candidates, so I will leave that story for another day.
Next day was Monday. I pressured Mr. X into getting his hole off the couch and out into the stix. It was great. We went out by Silvermines and up the mountains. Mr. X decided to pull out the golf clubs and drive a few balls off the top of the mountain.
Nice swing X. We drove on and found ourselves in serious banjo country. We actually got lost and I loved it. Big cities are really starting to crush my soul, and so this opportunity to get some peace and quiet and fresh air was relished. Some day...
Did the usual stuff in Dublin on Friday and Saturday and then hit the road for Nenagh early on Sunday. Nice bus journey. A bit long though. Kind of wish I had a car, then again, don't really care. Arrived in Nenagh at 15:00. Mr. X didn't arrive on the scene for about 30 minutes because he was asleep, the bum. We then went to see his new house. Very nice. A man could do well there. I had a beer and then we went to the parents of Mr. X. As usual there was a massive meal. Every time I go there I fall for the same trick, eat loads but forget that I have to drink later, meanwhile the food is somehow reducing my beer capacity. I think they do it on purpose. So we finished dinner and helped out by washing the dishes... no we didn't... we just left and went to Dromineer Harbor on the river Shannon. We befriended a really smart dog and then watched some fool sail a 30ft rented yacht into about 2ft of water. There was a big family on board and the kids thought this was hilarious. It was funny, in a kind of lose-your-€500-security-deposit-on-a-boat-kind-of-way. We had some ice-cream and hit the road.
Niall came around to the house and we watched a few episodes of the Sopranos. Soon after it was off to the pub. Enjoyable. Then later, we went to the worlds smelliest night club. 16 year old lads drinking whiskey, fights, madness. Wilder than anything you'd ever see in America. These are the things I miss, the wild social life. It got hazy from here and I woke up the next day at high noon. There is some other stuff that happened, but I am scanning through a potential list of people who would be offended and there are a few candidates, so I will leave that story for another day.
Next day was Monday. I pressured Mr. X into getting his hole off the couch and out into the stix. It was great. We went out by Silvermines and up the mountains. Mr. X decided to pull out the golf clubs and drive a few balls off the top of the mountain.
Nice swing X. We drove on and found ourselves in serious banjo country. We actually got lost and I loved it. Big cities are really starting to crush my soul, and so this opportunity to get some peace and quiet and fresh air was relished. Some day...
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