Weekend Away
Left for sunny Cork on Friday – Dawn picks me up from the airport and after a nail biting journey to Knocknacree, dumped the bag and went up the town at approx 5pm, proceeded to down a few pints of the black stuff and when Dawn left to feed the hungry hordes I thought it would be rude to leave the pub, so I stayed. There was a little friendly STT for 10 euros that night and I played my normal tight non aggressive game and got well and truly battered
(hand analysis thread has the story). I even fell asleep at the table with my head on Margaret's (Dawns friend) shoulder. This prompted a little merriment at the time. I was introduced to her daughter later that weekend as “The man who fell asleep on top of your Mother”.
Saturday was the day of the Rugby Final with Munster playing Toulouse so we of course had to be back in said pub for 4.30pm. The atmosphere was electric and Timothy (long suffering spouse – lol!) was in fine form setting the world record for putting F words into one sentence. Anyway Munster won and much celebratory drinks were consumed. The mini buses arrived at 7.30pm to take us to the 80’s concert, there were 16 people in all. We got into the second bus driven by ‘Tex’ possible one of the largest individuals I have seen in a long time. On the road to Killarney Dawn pointed out two hills that were next to each other and were in perfect symmetry with a valley between them, looking like a large pair of women's appendages. The locals had added their own touch by placing a large visible mound of stones on each the peaks…………
We arrived at Gleneagles where the concert was being held and it was excellent, just a few notes/highlights.
Dawn had her first argument with the barman five minutes after arriving
Dawn cleared space on the dance floor after knocking two pints out of a mans hand, (he was after queueing for those for 25 minutes)
Dawn later in the night in the “Green Room” played musical beers with the singer. She would leave the drink on the amplifier, he would continue singing and place the drink on a ledge, Dawn would take a drink and put in back on the amplifier (rinse & repeat about 10 times)
Dawn and Timothy giving an X rated version of “Dirty Dancing”
One mini bus for the pickup (16 fitted into an 8 seater)
Lawrence (organizer of the trip) forgot his sister and had to be reminded by the Taxi driver
Timothy telling the bouncer, when we went outside for a cigarette, that there would be trouble if he touched his drink, which we had to leave by the door.
“Tex” driving home with an overloaded mini bus one hand on the wheel the other with the mobile – 70% of the trip was made on the wrong side of the road.
Sunday morning arrived slowly – and as is the custom we had to retire to the pub at 1pm for a couple before dinner. We left town at 7.30 for said dinner. Ate and returned to the town for the disco. Much merriment “Dancing Queen” Timothy was embarrassed when the
was persuaded to play the ABBA song. Arthur, who had won 880 Euros at poker game on Saturday night, was getting his wallet nicked often. Dawn had progressed to pint glasses of JD and coke. We eventually made it back to the house for a couple of nightcaps and to bed.
Made the Airport on Monday in one piece after "ooopps that's the wrong lane" Dawn dropped me off, Back to Chezger for rehab
It was a delightful weekend, Lovely people, Dawn and Timothy have beautiful happy children (how in the hell they managed that – you figure). One of the best weekends I have ever spent. Carlsberg don’t do villages – but if they did………………
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