last night was the birthday of one of my dorm roommates so 4 of the 6 of us went to an Irish bar for backpacker night. It was quite crowded, the drinks were cheap (I just had one free one with a coupon I got from our hostel), and the live band was loud. Bought Charlotte a drink and by 1:30am I was ready to go home. I walked home with Charlotte’s travel buddy, Ruth. At 3:30am they stumbled into the room. It was kinda silly. Charlotte’s bed was a top bunk and she had fallen out of it in a large heap on the floor, tangled in her blanket, crawled to the door and came back in singing the theme song to the Littlest Hobo. Funny girl, really nice and sweet.
Bertha