Dear diary: Working title: “The Drunken Hallows”
Iam confused by the sequence of events:
1)Iwas wandering the streets of Dublin, Ireland at4AM? -by myself?-in the stalker jacket and hat?-why?
2) Dublin’s minor Gaelic Football team — saw me and invited me to their house party, of which has curious decorations and furnishings that look to haveastrangely feminine taste (e.g. nice drapes-look around)-what were they doing out at4AM?-looking for their pants?
3) OK so, whatever happened, we get back to the house-in the last picture, the clock says 4:15 AM and it looks likeIhave shed my jacket and hat (strip poker maybe?) and look4sheets to the wind (drunk asaskunk)-in 15 minutes? Really? -I felt that comfortable withabunch of half-naked guys? -MaybeIthoughtIstill have the SAS bodyguards? -Maybe not? –Ido like to hang loosey goosey ya know This is where the drinking problem has gone before-lonely at4AM and the allure of Gaelic (maybe Gaylick?) Football team members andIam off chugging my sobriety down the pisser? Just hope they washed the cup out beforeIchugged on it.
Response to Real-Life Quidditch Wants To Be Taken Seriously:
I would be more impressed if it was played by trapeze artists, and not a bunch of dweeb wannabees. Honestly, as I watch them play and listen to their “defense of the game” I no longer wonder why college grads cannot get jobs - they first need to graduate from nursery school.