Circus Drunk
This is an apt description of last Saturday. After being denied in our quest to get Spirit Fest tickets, we decided to buy $38 (the face value) worth of booze and start early. There was a lot of "shit-shooting" going on that afternoon, but we broke it up by heading out the GTP for some pub games. The good news: the attractive barmaid is back.
As it turned out, Paul and Steph were back in town, so they joined us early in the evening. Had a good natter and still more drinks. Paul's brother was having some kind of birthday shindig at Kelly's Pub, so we decided to saunter down and meet up with that crowd. It was kind of like a two-month wedding reunion.
More and more drinks had. There was a band playing some toe-tapping Irish stuff. So myself and one of the female members of the party decided to hit the dance floor...
Now, it was going well, until I find her on the ground next to a speaker near the stage. I'm hoping it was just a simple accident. But my ever-guilty morning-after conscience keeps telling me I might have inadvertently flung her. I don't think so, though, since Paul and his brothers could have pounded me to a snot. It'd be good to know that I can keep my misogyny under control while drinking, and that I'm not, in fact, Andy Capp.
After this episode, we all headed up to the GTP again (the fact that P&S went with me allays my fears too). Did the whole karaoke bit, but moreso with the dancing. There was a red-headed cougar who was on the floor with all of us -- if my beer goggles were a little thicker, the night could have ended tragically. My retrospective memory leads me to believe I made the right call.
Best part? Not much of a hangover. I'll try it again next week.
As it turned out, Paul and Steph were back in town, so they joined us early in the evening. Had a good natter and still more drinks. Paul's brother was having some kind of birthday shindig at Kelly's Pub, so we decided to saunter down and meet up with that crowd. It was kind of like a two-month wedding reunion.
More and more drinks had. There was a band playing some toe-tapping Irish stuff. So myself and one of the female members of the party decided to hit the dance floor...
Now, it was going well, until I find her on the ground next to a speaker near the stage. I'm hoping it was just a simple accident. But my ever-guilty morning-after conscience keeps telling me I might have inadvertently flung her. I don't think so, though, since Paul and his brothers could have pounded me to a snot. It'd be good to know that I can keep my misogyny under control while drinking, and that I'm not, in fact, Andy Capp.
After this episode, we all headed up to the GTP again (the fact that P&S went with me allays my fears too). Did the whole karaoke bit, but moreso with the dancing. There was a red-headed cougar who was on the floor with all of us -- if my beer goggles were a little thicker, the night could have ended tragically. My retrospective memory leads me to believe I made the right call.
Best part? Not much of a hangover. I'll try it again next week.
posted by Dave Green at 3:48 p.m.
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