Tuesday, December 02, 2008

If I was a horse...

This is the bad time. This is the day after the hangover, worse by far. Class tonight and nothing prepared. Same story. Typical Tuesday. Thankfully I'm not in work but I feel like a boiled and broken shite.

The birthday, however, was great. Travelled down to see the folks on Saturday, took it easy, then on Sunday we took a road trip to Dingle.

The place was deserted, I'd never seen it like that. Foggy and subdued, not a fat tourist or a camera in sight. My mam sent myself and my da into John Benny Moriarty's for stout while she visited my grandfather's grave, then joined us back there for black sole which was very pleasing.

Meanwhile, the lines of communication had broken down and Aisling was busy cancelling my surprise dinner in Dublin. Apologies to those who planned on showing up, it was so well conceived that I didn't heed the signs, signs so obvious to me in hindsight.

We left Dingle and hit Limerick again at 7pm. Birthday cake and telly, then the pub for myself and Radge Senior. Then home, and more drink, until in the dead of the night I turned my bedroom carpet a glorious shade of technicolor. My da didn't enjoy the wake up call, but he came through and fair fucks to him for that.

12 comments:

Susan said...

A Boiled And Broken Shite.

Another great title. How do you come up with these?

Radge said...

Years of schooling at the hands of two anonymous wordsmiths.

And whiskey also helps, though it's time for me to get back on that wagon.

red leeroy said...

I wonder will they try and surprise you again? This time heed the signs.

Radge said...

I think that ship has sailed, Red, but the thought alone made me happy...

narocroc said...

Sounds delightful, Dingle style, (apart from the technicolor bit!).

the broken down barman said...

a boiled and broken shite!!! ha ha i love it. definitely gonna be stealing that phrase!!!! glad to hear u had a good birthday big fella. nice that yer dad could clean up yer vomitus maximus as well

Radge said...

Na Roc Roc - it was very pleasing. Apart from that.

Barman - he's a good man, though he'll be keeping me away from his Jameson in future.

hope said...

You'll probably have another 10 years before someone plans another "surprise"...but mark your calendar accordingly.

Sounds like you had a good time, for the most part. I really think perhaps the possibility of an um...early morning wake up call from the stomach is possibly why I never drank.

Have a good evening, she whispered, in hopes the words weren't screaming around poor Radge's brain.

Kath Lockett said...

Re-patterning the carpet at thirty; in your parent's home no less, Radge. Surely it's gotta all be uphill from here?

swiss said...

sadly no. my fortieth was a litany of all day drunken-ness, loutishness, fights, destruction of property (mine, by me), drunk driving (me), disappearance (again, me) then vomiting my way across the island while dodging the sunday morning church goers. not my finest moment.

but, as one of friends put it later, as i indulged in the phone calls of apology -

no-one went to hospital and the police never came. if you can't act like a daft prick when you're forty, when can you?

wise words

Radge said...

Not so sure, Kath, I'll probably end up on the road travelled by Swiss... It sounds gloriously hedonistic.

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