Nothing (much) To Report

There are a few things in life which are sure to happen: toast falling butter side down, my name being called in departure lounges etc but only one thing is guaranteed to happen: when Moosh and Whale get together of a Saturday night, much ale is quaffed.

We were supposed to be having a quiet drink to think about when to go out for a proper drink. *ahem*

I suppose it being St Patricks Day didn’t help matters, as by the time we got into town all the pubs were full of very merry people wearing silly hats. And so we decided that we should also drink Guinness (nothing to do with trying to get enough tokens for a silly hat ourselves) I should add at this point that neither of us particularly likes Guinness. Upon re-discovering our indisposition for the stuff and the fact that it took 1/2 an hour just to get to the bar, we thought it best to be on our way from that pub.

When we got out into the street, we were going to head for The New Inn but, when we got closer to the doors we realised why we don’t actually ever go in there; they have karaoke on a Saturday night. Dear god no. I then had the great idea of going to a pub that closed about 5 years ago, and whilst we were looking for it we stumbled upon Poets Bar. And I think it’s fair to say, that we’ve found ourselves another smashing little pub. It was lovely! There was only about 4 tables in there (any more and you wouldn’t have been able to navigate to the bar) but that added to it’s specialness. Moreover, they sold Staropramen on draught in Staropramen glasses. Well, I had a Staropramen glass - I made Whale drink hers from a Magners glass (something she scoffs at) heheheheh.

Starting to feel the draw of Cafe Rene, we decided we could hold back no longer and made a bee-line for it. It was as smashing as ever, and the downstairs bit was open (as it always is on a Saturday). Whale hit the cider at that point, but I stuck with more beer - something I spent most of Sunday lamenting about. As usual, I suspect Whale put on her Impulse perfume as we found ourselves drinking with 2 strange men not long after sitting down. I say men, I should probably say boys - they were only about 20. Oh dear. Anyway, they were a good laugh even if one of them was wearing a child’s soldier hat which kept coming undone and I had to keep doing up (if only he would keep still).

It’s fair to say that at this point, with the addition of yet more beer I was feeling a little intoxicated and we missed the point at which we could walk stagger to the bus station to get the last bus home. So, we went downstairs instead Unfortunately, the claustrophobic smokey atmosphere made me feel a bit queasy and I had to come back up for air and decided it best to teeter home. Whale was just warming up at that point and so decided to stay (you’ll have to ask her nicely to blog what happened after I left). I managed to wander off down the road and I think I was crossing at the traffic lights when I just went arse over tit practically under the wheels of a waiting car. Oh the shame! I now have a big graze on my knee. This whole sorry shenanigan was witnessed by many tee-total people nearby who I’m sure then tutted at me severely for being drunk.

I don’t actually remember getting home but funnily enough I removed my make up before having a few calls to Huey and then slumbering in the loo. None of this helped my state of mind in the morning when I had to cook a huge roast dinner for my Mum who I’d invited over the week before. Needless to say I couldn’t actually eat any of it and proceeded to call for Huey again. Baaaah (or should that be Bleuurrghhh?)

Never again.

(until next time)

-moosh

Tags: Cafe Rene, Poets Bar, The New Inn, St Patricks Day, Guinness,