Hooray for St Patrick
Well well well St Paddy’s day has been and gone. And you missed it. But I didnt. I must state that I am currently suffering from a severe case of StPaddylitis which Im finding rather hard to shake. Symptoms include unnatural cravings for Guinness, seeing green spots and chronic jigging.
As I am writing this two days later through Shamrock shaped, green tinted glasses (not beer goggles I assure you) please bear with me as I attempt to relate (ever so briefly) events of my first St Patrick’s Day in Ireland. May I begin with a well deserved ‘Arrgghh’. And a bit of an ‘ErrghneedmoresleepandlessGuinness’.
Thursday 17th March.
Wake up.
Do nothing.
Go to St Patricks Day parade View image. Favourites included rogue police with fishnet stockings, stubbies and cigars in a Ford fiesta, and little rat dog pulling teeny tiny float. Walk down street. Am stopped by random guy on street. (Unbeknownst to me, Kathmandu backpack also doubles as a huge neon sign ‘KIWI KIWI KIWI’). Find out random guy is from Te Awamutu. Am shocked and suprised. No not really. Aj from Te Awamutu arranges enmasse congregation of Kiwis. The Kiwis invade. Its a small world. Go to pubs. Pubs include:’ hard rugby men’ pub, ‘cool alternative student’ pub, ‘lets wear our bikini and belt out tonight’ pub (not my favourite). Am inevitably introduced to Guinness and a number of other delicious beverages. Am propositioned by bald guy who would like to buy my dreads. Consider selling dreads. Decide against selling dreads. Crazy bald Irish people. Farewell awesome Kiwi persons. Go to hostel. Make it up three flights of stairs. Am relieved. Have happy ‘St Patrick’s Day’ dreams.
Friday morning:
Wake up. Fall asleep. Wake up again. Repeat if desired. Find grass. Sit on grass. Leave precious grass. Move hostel. Decide on early night. Meet American Anna. Am offered night of quiet drinks. Its a trap. The Aussies invade. Bloody Aussies. Proceed to have smashing night of Traditional Irish Music with lashings of Guinness (one lashing) and occasional jigging. Farewell awesome Aussie persons plural plus one American person plus Jonathan Creek lookalike. Go to hostel. Make it up two flights of stairs with relative ease. Have pleasant ‘day after St Patricks Day’ dreams. The End.
Tags: Kilkenny
Em
Who is Jonathan Creek? Does he have Corona Pants or is that just internet chasing people?
How much for the dreads? you could have bought some land, that is a good thing to have in Ireland.
All of us Americans have Corona Pants, don’t ya know? Especially us internet chasers…..we have two pair….
Jonathan Creek is that detective guy from English programme that used to be on – on One though – only geeks watch One.
I did say jokingly EU100 for the dreads but then the guy started getting his wallet out all serious like and I did want him thinking he was buying anything else so I got Kiwi friend to save me.
And Bill, now you’ll really be scaring my parents….