I got up and headed into town for 11.15am to meet the parade at City Hall as Jo, Rachel and myself were on float-pushing duty. They got the one with Breag on it, I got Gulliver with the Bohdron. Good craic had by all.
We then took ourselves and our hard earned cash to the Cloth Ear. I had a great stew, and one of Jo's mussels. Delicious. At some stage, we decided we should go and get tattoos, but when skinworks was closed we got distracted when we ran into Ricky and instead went to Made In Belfast to sit on their big comfy sofa and discuss their wide range of assorted cushions. We then managed to catch the second half of the School's Cup Final in Auntie Annie's (oh dear Inst, hang your heads in shame...), where the friend handover occurred as Rachel headed on and I ran into Sarah and Jonny. This set in motion the second act of the day, with much Guinness, tattoo planning with Majury and eventual relocation to Katy Daly's. I narrowly avoided a black eye during one phase of ridiculous dancing when I received an elbow to the ocular socket. Eventually, I ended up back at someone's flat until they all fell asleep and I left to phone a taxi. At 5am. In what looked like a supernatural fog that was probably hiding Stephen King-esque Cthulu type beasts.In contrast to my relative good behaviour, the Holylands went completely fucking insane. QUB really need to grow a set of balls and deal with this. How anyone can be expected to live there is beyond me, and I certainly wouldn't ever live in the Queen's area ever again.
I somehow managed to have less than half the hangover I fully deserved the next day, dragged myself out of bed to go for lunch with Dad. It was gloriously sunny, and I realised I was appreciating it all the more as I was beginning to think that I'd miss the first nice day of the year. Brilliant!
Other things of note:
- I now have a terabyte of external storage. Eyo.
- I am now practically debt free for leaving, which is a huge relief.
- This beautiful sleeve. Stunning.
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