NiallOK’s Blog

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The weekend just gone was a blurry haze of Guinness, Guinness, more Guinness, some pizza, chips, more Guinness and then some … eh… Guinness.

The party I went to on Saturday night was an insanely silly explosion of booze and mirth and didn’t end until after 5 in the morning. It was the going-away party for the proprietor of our department in work. My partner and I went along to it, and she proceeded to grumble at me for being the only “other half” there. Of course it turned out that she wasn’t as other partners promptly turned up. Well… two of them did. Anyway, after a nice champagne reception, we watched a “before and after” DVD which we’d made (showing what we all did before working there and what we’re doing now), and listened to a few standard “you’re all wonderful, I’ll miss you terribly” speeches, ate some expensive tasting food and belted into the drink.

About 10 drinks later, she-who-must-be-obeyed was exhausted and had to go home and hit the sack, so I grudgingly got a cab back with her. This was at about 2am and I, in my wisdom, decided I hadn’t had enough and after tucking her in, I WALKED back into town, (well - walked along the full length of the Point Road and got a taxi from there back to the bar… but close enough) for more late drinkage. After knocking on the door for about a minute (I’d left my damn phone in work), I got back in and got a lovely pint of Guinness placed in front of me. It was a wild night - great fun - but one of those nights where you really should realise well in advance what a brain smashingly head-thumpingly nasty hangover was lying in wait for you the next day. The beer was flowing freely - LITERALLY - I didn’t have to put my hand in my pocket once all night. That was probably not a good thing as it made it easier to just keep on drinking. One great sing-song and copious pints later I stumbled back out the door, along with the workmates that live near me and got a taxi home… and did I EVER pay for that night the next day. I was shattered!

In other news, after my show on Friday night, in which I interview New York singer/songwriter Rebecca Hart, I’ve got a gig out in Drumconrath - and not just any gig… I’m DJ’ing for the fancy-dress wedding party of a couple from the area. That’s right.. you misread me not. A fancy-dress wedding party. The music starts at 11.30pm-ish, and finishes at god-knows-when.

And I’ve got work the next day. Oh joy.