Once the party was over we alll headed home. Pecker and Dave pissed off on their own. I stayed with Bird and the other 2. Linda scoffed some amount of grub in the Lobster Pot. I was amazed. So we all walked back to our place and were greeted by Dave playing the guitar. I was so wrecked that I couldn't keep my eyes open. So I headed for bed at around 4.
The next day I woke up around 3 in the afternoon. I was still wobbly on the feet. I got a bite to eat before heading to back arse of no where - Borris In Ossory. Rock's father had died the day before so I came home for the funeral. I was no sooner in the door till Fish was on the blower and we headed for the mass. That was followed by a trip to the pub, then Rocks house. Had a few cans there before going home. I got up early on Friday for the funeral again. When it was over, we headed to the pub for a meal and a few pints. I had alot of pints. Smithwicks in fact. Spent the day totally spaced out. It was fair funny and it was a great time.
On Saturday, took my parents to the airport, came home and had a few pints in Roscrea before eventually gettting to bed. I had to go to Durrow on Sunday to work and that turned out to be a disaster of a day. I got accused of assault. Some rubbish that is. I only tipped him on the shoulder. I'll worry when I get a solicitors letter!
So thats about it. For now. I'll put the rest up eventually, including the upcoming class party.
Heading away and dying to shit,
Good luck from the Rooster!!