Standing outside the bar at the end of the night crying like a girl and getting a hug from one of my colleagues while waiting for taxi and trying to stand up!
Sounds like one of those mythic nights out in Dublin that you’ll never forget.
I can remember walking home from city centre Dublin to Monkstown once in the wee hours after a big piss up. I met up with another half-drunk fellow stumbling home on the coast road near Blackrock. We commiserated about the lack of cabs. I asked him where he was headed and he said he was headed to a village in North Dublin on the otherside of the harbour. I said to him, ‘you are walking the wrong way’. He said I know, but at least I can see home! (ie. across the harbour). Classic.
The Bar has not changed one bit since it was opened in 1833. Not the easiest place to find and well off the temple bar tourist trail.
An essential place to visit when in Dublin.
i went for a consolation pint with one of the lads last night in the palace bar! There is no such thing as “one” pint!!!
We ended up jumping around in the “ferryman” pub down at the quays, for johnny kellys going away sesiun! Absolutely ass-kicking tunes! Ive never seen a piano accordian leading a sesiun before, man Ciaran Tourish kicks ass!
Needless to say im absolutely jiggered again today, i have to start packing at some stage, try to tidy the bedsit up a wee bit so i can get “some” of my deposit back from the greedy landlord (who has a glass-eye, and i dont really know which one is real and which one is false, so i always get freaked out when he calls)!
oh yeah and i have a date tonight, so i have to put out the candles, incense etc!!
