I dunno, must be all the late nights and early mornings I keep having. As well as having to run around with a wet head as I don't have time to dry my hair. Why can't offices understand that I'm a night-owl?! I enjoy staying up til 5am arsing aboot and doing feck all! Unfortunately, due to "work", I can't :/ It's very annoying!
Take last night for instance, I was playing FF. It took me an hour and a half (plus two large bosses and aboot eight minor ones) to reach the next save point, all the while considering the fact that I told myself I'd be asleep over an hour beforehand...at that point I wasn't even enjoying the game!
One game I do enjoy however, and I suffered for it by having my boots caked in so much mud I'll probably never get to wear them to work, was paintballing! :D Oh fill me up with utter sunshine and send me hurtling over to splatter on my friends and give them colourful lumps that take a week to disappear!! It was fan-fucking-tastic!! (Also, as you may have guessed, my first time ;)) All sorts of killage, myself and Billy teamed up to great effect and our team won! There was hiding, kamikaze-ing (mainly by Dermo, Sean and Joe...alas poor Joe, we knew him well...until he went running into the killzone and was hit at close range by at least 4 guns going off spectacularly...he fell to the ground in agony ;D), dying, crawling through mud rambo style, the lot!! (I was the person caked in more mud than paint by the end, it actually soaked through all of the khaki gear and left me looking a disgrace heading back into town...hehe).
So when we got into town, away to the pub! Here I made a very bad mistake....I talked to a Polish dude. His very *very* drunk Polish friend (who looked an utter scumbag, had no English, was shorter than me by at least an inch, had bad hair, etc, etc, etc) decided that he should chat me up...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Eventually he managed to stagger out the sentence "is..is your he-heart..is it free?". Thanks for the way out buddy! He was met with a firm "no!". (Yes, I may be a bitch...but it was the easiest way out). I went back inside, to my friend Dermo, and managed to persuade him, by way of beer, which apparently is cheating, to pretend to be my fella for the night! :D This was, of course, hilarious! Poor guy didn't know what hit him (and no, there was no scoring or any such thing, just lots of cuddling close and him berating me for being an "evil whore") ;) He loved the affection, really!!
Back home I eventually headed on the dear old Luas! Whilst heading for it I noticed a paddy wagon and an unmarked car parked there. Some BanGardai were out talking to a few scumbags, but when the Luas arrived they hopped in their car and steamed off (crimes to fight and whatnot). What was also amusing was that when our Luas arrived at the stop, the security guard, who's supposed to be on it late at night...got off?!! We were halfway home when the brawl broke out. Three guys piling on one, a fourth trying to join in but the fifth mate was holding him back. I looked on with the usual Dublin blaisè attitude, until the fight started to move towards me. All the guys sitting near me, as one, got up and went to the other end of the Luas. I wasn't hanging around for this shit, so I joined them. In the midst of this mass exodus, a little pink bombshell of a lady comes running down the Luas, pushing us all out of her way and into the middle of the fight, shrieking at the top of her lungs. I felt this would take a while so grabbed a seat beside a hot young chap who was far too young for me and we both started slagging off the foreigners who hadn't a clue what was going on.
Good on that lady, she broke up the fight! She let them have it with a good tongue lashing while some random man stepped forward and dragged the one guy, who'd been pummelled, the hell out of there and further up the Luas. From the screaming she was doing at the other guys it turned out that the fecken eegit had decided to pick a fight with *five* guys and throw the first punch! Then, his face covered in blood, being protected by some random guy, he jumped around him to leap back into the fight, this time restarting it around the woman (and her sister who'd joined in). It was hilarious! Well, it was terrible...but c'mon, all the guys were trying to aim their punches around the women while the women utilised their handbags and shrieked at the top of their lungs :D
Eventually the Gardai showed up, the three guys legged it, the women got to bitch to everyone who'd listen aboot "three on one isn't fair" and we all got to go home, just in time for work the next day :/
I'm not even gonna go into the weekend!
-d
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