A Complete Explanation Of Everything

Well, we saw off my best mate and whatever.

It was Galway, so we basically went and opened the wallet, tis expensive to holiday in Ireland as they say.

I arrived around 2ish on the Friday, Johnny was next and in fact, we were on our own for a goodly six hours or so. We located the lodgings and then went on a bit of a tour, hitting all of the main spots.

Yes, me and Johnny were three sheets to the wind when the rest of the boys arrived. Still, I managed to book everyone into our ok lodgings, direct the minibus and still manage to actually find my own room at the end of it all.

Then, shooting in the am, clay pigeon shooting to be exact... We hit a few, despite being an hour late what with the older boys Irish breakfast taking a goodly while to arrive... Then, of course, we abandoned an activity and fucked off to the pub.

The Slavic House in Salthouse to be exact... A good long day there, then somewhere else, for food, beer and more pool... A quick shower, up to Cuba in Eyre Square, the rest of the lads didn't get in, out and into Kennedy's. More pints then was healthy, out and into the town to visit a certain den of iniquity to do the necessary.

The next morning was not pretty.

10am, we were on the quays in Galway hopping onto the fishing boat. Deep sea fishing on a Sunday? With all that alcohol on board?

Bound to get messy. And it certainly did.

Only myself and Gaz didn't chuck, at one point, I turned and saw four boys hanging over the side, still I got to drive the boat and we didn't sink, which should be the test of any good captain when you think about it.

Jumped off on Inis Mor and we tried to recover.

Didn't.

Back on the boat, a 2 hour crawl back to Spiddal and then more dying in the pub. We weren't drinking, the three musketeers heading back to Dublin North in any case... We lingered with the rest and finally left Galway at 7ish and I put the key in the door at just past half ten...

A tiring but enjoyable weekend.

It was probably worth it.