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I am catching up on stuff that happened a couple of weeks ago now so this post will probably just follow the order in which this stuff comes from my brain…

Damien and myself headed into the Portabello to meed David Martin and his friend Pat. We stayed there and actually drank a lot of beer. I managed to leave my phone in the taxi but luckily Damo had taken a card of the taxi driver. I called the company and they were able to trace the taxi. They called me back in a couple of minutes and said to call my phone and that the taxi driver had it. I called him and he said, no worries, my phone was safe with him and just give him a call when we want to go home and he’ll pick us up which was handy.

It was about 12 when we left the Portabello to go down to Hogans to meet John Mark and his crew. I needed to stop drinking because I was driving to Limerick in the morning and I had an early start. Damo wouldn’t listen to me… but I didn’t drink anymore because I would have been fucked. When time came to go home I rang the taxi driver and told him where we were (on Kebab Street) which as it turns out is really George’s Street and that I wanted a Kebab. Taxi Driver was sound.

Sleep for about 4 hours before I had to get up and go to pick up a Santa Fe in Thrifty. I left Damo at home to sleep on a bit more and get a shower while I picked up the car. I got home and called Marco to say I would pick him up on the way to drop down town home and we could then go to help Ann Marie bagging. Damo was fucked…

Bagging in Tesco Roselawn was as it turns out good fun but there are some really strange people out there. We did that for two hours before going back to pick up Julie and meet Eoin and Scotish Dave in town and head to Limerick.

We called Steve and he told us to pull in at Moroe and meet him in the pub for a drink, which turned out to be 7 or 8. Luckily I was driving because although I was feeling fine, too much alcohol too soon would have killed me later on in the night. We hung around there for a while before heading to Elke’s parent’s house which was in a really beautiful park of Limerick.

The party was very enjoyable, and hanging out with people I had met at the wedding was good fun. I made it to about 03.30 before I had to go to bed and get some sleep, but in reality I hadn’t said a word for the previous hour and was just listening in on the conversation and enjoying the relaxed feelling of being among friends. I got a text message from Ann Marie to let us know that she had raised e1700 that day for MS.

I can’t remember what time we left at on Sunday, but it wasn’t late so we could beat the traffic on the way back to Dublin. Pretty uneventful as everybody was tired and we only stopped so Eoin could take a toilet break… in a field.