dimanche 22 février 2009

A chacun son disco...

I'm back from Cork, and just about to run out of the house and get a head start on the five hour drive to Britanny.  If I can get out of the RP (Région Parisienne) tonight, then it'll save me a lot of grumpiness tomorrow morning on the road, ha ha.

Anyway, I had a great weekend in Cork, with two lovely friends and I got to finally meet up with the beautiful Hangar Queen - although there was so much going on that we didn't really get more than a quick lunchtime drink and a quick hello in the evening.  I had so much to ask her and to catch up about that I'd have loved for us to have sat all night in the bar gossiping.  One day, eh HQ?

As I'm literally running out of the door, I'm just going to give you some of the highlights and happenings. 

  • Spending time, both sober and not, with lovely friends.  Always the best basis for any weekend away.
  • The lovely souvenirs that we came away with - the 'tiki' glass that my Lovely Irish Friend made me steal (yes, steal) and my lovely Dutch-Irish Friend's questionable calendar.  Luckily, I found the hotel crockery, cushions and general detritus that had been hidden in my luggage whilst my back was turned.  Thanks for that boys.
  • Your Disco Needs You.  A Kylie classic that I haven't heard in a club for years.  Literally.  A great end of the night tune.
  • Body popping.  Or at least, my Lovely Irish Friend's version of body popping.  A certain someone would be very proud....
  • Having to remind myself that the Irish pub wasn't a gay bar.  So STOP SMILING AT THAT GUY.  He's likely to come over and hit you.
  • The crane.  Oh boy.
  • The Cork accent.  What one earth is that all about?  Surely no-one takes it seriously?
  • My Lovely Irish-Dutch Friend holding a fairly decent football conversation with the cab driver who mistook us for 'boys in town for the match'....he he.  I never knew he had it in him.
  • Hangar Queen.  What more need I say?
  • Free drinks at the Blog Awards.  Helped lubricate the process.  They know what people are after, I'll give em that.
  • Finally, the lovely, fey Italian boy on the bus who was exasperated (in a very camp way) that none of his friends were taking his forthcoming wedding to a homely Irish girl seriously.  I can't imagine why they wouldn't.
And that's my weekend in Cork.  I reckon if you were to describe it in liquid terms it'd be something like - a dozen bottles of Heineken, a dozen or so pints of same; a large handful of JD cokes and a slightly smaller handful of gin tonics; a full fat coke to pick me up; two lattes and a couple of lunchtime 'fancy colas'.  

The weekend would be far easier to sum up in musical terms.  Super easy in fact.  

I give you two words.  Lady GaGa.  

Really.  It's little wonder that I feel like hell, is it?

18 commentaires:

Louise a dit…

How can you feel like hell? It was too much fun to feel like hell.

Now I would feel like hell, but I'm older than you!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Louise, I feel tired and hungover, but mostly missing the great company, if I'm honest. So feeling like hell is a bit physical and a bit of 'feeling sorry for myself'...he he.

aims a dit…

Sweetie - you do have the best of times and the best of friends.

Nobody but the best of friends pack your bags for you - how sweet of them!

Shaking my head party boy.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Aims, they are truly lovely, but it was what they'd packed in my bags that worried me....not sure I'd have got far with it all (although the cushions were quite nice....).

conortje a dit…

No mention of the horses head then hehe I miss you! I do not miss Lady Feckin' Gag Gag however!

Anthony a dit…

Quote ...... 'The Cork accent. What one earth is that all about? Surely no-one takes it seriously? .... Unquote

And that coming from a Brummy .....

12ontheinside a dit…

They packed CUSHIONS in your luggage when you weren't looking? Wow. Impressive. Although it would have been more impressive if you'd not found them till you got home.

knifepainter a dit…

Sounds like a winner, Allez les bloggers !

alan a dit…

Don't think I could describe the weekend better! So I shall just point everyone here instead! :)

I'm a Lovely as well as an Occassionally!?!

Too exciting... although not as exciting as you found that crane. Aye yai yai

Daryl a dit…

What fun ... except for your poor liver .. kidding .. sort of ...

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Big C, on my seven hour drive this morning (I kid ye not) the radio played her at least 10 times, despite changing stations every thirty minutes....shocking!

LaTanya - stop yourself already. You know you love my brummie charms.

12oti, what would have been more impressive would be if I had found them and left them there!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

KP, allez indeed. Such a good weekend!

Alan, lovely you are too. Now it's official. And that crane...I dreamt about it last night...is that wrong?

Daryl, my poor liver is not loving me at the moment....I'm switching to water for an hour or so, he he.

cb a dit…

You lead an exciting life-- much moreso than I. And yes, I do need a Paris visit!

Brett a dit…

Love reading your posts, they are a little slice of life well away from the norm. The places you visit in one post are like a years holidays for me.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

CB - you'd need to convince me about more exciting...given some of your exploits...

Brett - well I hope you make the most of your holidays then...!

Bock the Robber a dit…

Good to meet you there, and maybe we'll see you next year.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Hi Bock - lovely to meet you too...and next year? who knows...?

Victor a dit…

I'm afraid to ask...what is body popping?