Well what can I say, it’s been a crazy last couple of weeks. After getting back to Dublin I met up with the folks for a day or two and took in the Jameson Distillery and all it had to offer. Not having eaten beforehand and being selected to sample five different whiskeys, whiskys and bourbons I came out of there pleasantly buzzed. Working at the hotel has taken up a lot of my time and kept me for the most part out of trouble. Long hours doing christmas party functions with a bunch of crazy staff but we manage to bludge quite a bit and always have a barrel of laughs. I also managed to pick up quite of bit ofthe polish language though none of it is for sensitive ears.
Removing myself from a self-imposed solitude at the hostel,(mainly cos I just couldn’t be arsed trying to meet people) I made friends with two Candians (one of em was Yukon!) and a guy from Dallas and headed out one night for a few drinks. We were accosted at one stage by this lady asking what the hell she had done to us to deserve such treatment. Not knowing what she was on about we soon found out she was stark raving mad so we rapidly removed ourselves from her mindless mutterings.
With my last slew of functions over the weekend, I headed out afterwork for some ‘quiet’ beers with the boss and some other staff. 8 Pints later in just over an hour and I realised the boss was not one to try and keep up with. By that stage he was already two up on us, bloody machine. The following day a fourteen hour shift was painful to get through followed by another marathon session at the local, interspersing pints with Hennesy.
Last night for the coup de grâce I headed out on the town after my final shift, with all the staff members. Get some irish, a canadian, an australian, some polish, czechs and slovaks together and it’s bound to be an interesting night. Needless to say we all got well and truly locked. My head is still a bit fragile but but there’s two reasons for that. As we were leaving the last bar to head back to a house for more drinks a bit of a scene was going on outside. Some racist bastards were mouthing off to these black guys outside and then decided they’d start yelling about Polish people too. A number in our group took offense and after announcing they were Polish a street brawl ensued. Copping a couple to the back of the head was the extent of my damage before we gave them a hiding and they ran off. One stuck around and continued stirring before the Garda through in the back of the police car. Interesting addendum to the evening but nothing to trouble us as we headed back for some late night (early morning?) beers.