The Cold Front

Yup it's been a little chilly here. Since the last post we went to Dingle! I was fascinated with the idea because of the name of course but it was a rather sleepy fishing town on a mountainous penninsula absolutely full of sheep. The idyllic valleys we drove through on the way to Anascaul (tiny village just up the road) were no less beautiful because of the gray and the hostel had some stellar views of a weird mountain making the trip worth it. We also had dinner in Dingle at Murphy's my favorited part of which was the "pudding" y'all prolly think you're tricky but no, it was not black or white or blood or even yorkshire it was a m istakenly labeled cake. The thing was freakin delicious! It was a dry chocolateyish cake covered in toffee sauce! It was so good we had to come back the next day to get apple pie next door. Moral of the story is if you like sheep, dessert, and wind then the Dingle penninsula is the hot spot for you my friend. I find I am in no mood to write but have so much to say?!? That could be and probably is for the same reason my knees ache. And that would be because of last night. I was intimidated. That's because on the day before halloween (and apparently the previous 5 days) Galwaians felt bad for giving Christmas 12 days and so they gave Satan 8. They all dressed up ran into the street about 7, got thouroughly intoxicated and did not retire till 3 or 4. Impressed is another word I could use. My night was a little less thrilling. It started as all nights do; during the day of course. We were walking by the Quays (keys), which is the docks and are coincidentally no where near the water, needless to say we were window shopping and in comes Guillome hot as a mofo! Outta nowhere. He may well have been callled Jean in previous posts but he is Gee-ome. So he roles up with a Parisian and a guy from somewhere near Normandy??? and they invite us to dinner at their place so we go out and grab a bottle of the cheap Cab and roll over there bout 7. We have a lovely pesto dinner that Guillome made himself and meet Audrey and Valery (I spelled that sooo wrong) two other badasss Quebecua (also wrrronnng). They tell us to meet them at the Quays (a pub this time, the uses of that word dont cease to amaze me) and we head over to a "couch surfers meetin" with the three aforementioned folks from earlier and maybe someone I dont know oh yeah Nora! from Deutscheland! So we go to Dock Rd and look for the party, that is not, and pass by No 8 (yet another pub I love it) and out rolls the owner (literally I've never seen another man roll more while still standing) and offers us free drinks in exchange for his coming on to us all (yes men too), and some ramblings about Obama. We were down. That's when I started to get to know Guillome lol. (in a heavy accent) "Yes I have done all drugs sadly. Like one time I was smoking crack, you know? (crack smoking gesture, us nodding and givin each other a look) Yeah I was doing it with these kind of gangster guys in Montreal and they hired a prostitute and told me to have sex with her first. So she was on crack, I was on crack (like its no big deal) and I was like sure!...That was my second sexual experience" ......Yeah that's what I said too. So then after being lectured on Canadian prostitutorial conduct we head out with manu kisses on the cheek from the owner who was really excited that so many of our party were French. But we get to the Quays and a few pints later II'm in the smoking room meeting Shawn the Manx (from Isle of Man) who is convinced I'll never visit but thinks I should and we leave for the Kebab Klub at 3 with three new French guys and Audrey and Valery (shut up) and of course Shawn. We wander considerably (mostly because we cant decide between burgers and Kebabs and Shawn keeps yelling "Im following Corey!") and eventually settle for burgers at the kebab place (which is packed) and head home at four after failing to hook up with Hickey at his house party (he was singing Grath Brooks, rather disgracefully, on the side of the road with his friends). The End
p.s. all we did in Anascaul was play cards a lot but it was fun we learned a new game from a Chinese guy named Tim