Romania gig. AMAZING craic

Now I'm not much one for going out but last night was immense. And it got me over my writers block. No more talking about emotional scarring for me. No sir. Lots to write about and lots of people to mention. So let's get started.
First and foremost is Cathal O'Hagan. Mentioned in a previous post, Cathal's making quite a name for himself here on the blog. Cathal showed me (and maybe created, I'm not sure) the rockabunny. My friend Michael and I were making our way to the dance floor when he stopped dancing and did the "rock on" symbol with his hand. He then started wagging the extended fingers up and down and he said

Look. It's like rock on only a bunny

Greatest. Invention. EVER.

Next is Peter Shannon. Sorry i didn't mention you before Pete seeing as your a huge impact on my life (try not to hear that as sarcastic, it makes it seem mean). Well now you made it simply for your amazing dance moves. After chastising me about not putting him in the blog, he stormed off to the dance floor and busted a move all over the place. I was not aware the male body could move their hips in quite a fashion. You are a testament to human dancing and Diversity can eat their heart out

Christopher Logan is also starting to make himself a name here and if he keeps going he could in fact get that segment he's been looking for. Halfway through the night, we were quite close to the "stage" and we could see the some of the bands smaller instruments. For example there was a tambourine. Chris spent a few minutes raving with a tambourine. Awesome.

The two guys Catherine O'Callaghan was with when i met her at the start of the night. These guys were pretty cool. Immediately started chatting and having the laugh and then we parted to not see each other again....or so i thought. Walking into the toilets at one point i found the two of them with another mate of theirs who was, shall we say, ever so slightly inebriated. Nothing to be ashamed of as that description matches 75-80% of the people there. But he said, in these exact words

Right i can't work this belt. Your going to have to do it for me, man

And one of the guys from the start of the night and I just looked at each other and i said

This could easily be the introduction to a gay porn film

The other non-drunk guy whipped out his phone and began to film whilst saying

Black-mail for the next 6 months

Ah, cracker

Meabh Harper (sorry about possibly butchering the spelling) came up to me and told me i need to smile more. This completely threw me. I mean i think of myself as a cheery smiley dude unless there's something heavy weighing on my mind. i was having a lethal time and had spent the night grinning like an idiot. She also asked a friend of mine to agree with her that my eyes were a weird colour. Good weird she told me. I think I'm flattered, but I'm not sure.

The guy that was with Kirstie Crawford tried to do the elaborate bump fist handshake thing that i completely mucked up. But when i got to the end he told me that i had "the funk"....i think he might have been drinking. He was pretty awesome.

Jamie Higgins lifting me in the middle of the dance floor. For funsies i assume. And then he held me upside down for a bit. This led to me almost starting a dog pile in the middle of the floor.

And this leads me to Myself. I'm not a drinker. Not even vaguely. I believe that all alcoholic drinks would taste better with out the alcohol in them. Fact. I did however partake in beverages loaded with sugar. This was so much fun, i can't even tell you. I don't dance yet i was attempting to busting moves all over the place. It got messy. Never liked dancing before. Granted my "dancing was just flailing in a douchy fashion but still. I spent 10 minutes trying to touch the roof with my head. Using Jamie and Shane Mallon as spring boards. I got pretty close as well. Maybe a foot away.

Things are a hell of a lot funnier when you have a sugar rush. Catherine Corrigan informed me that she went as an oompa loompa for Halloween and showed me a picture. I was very close to urinating with laughter. And because all the shouting had wrecked my throat, my laughter sound insane. Even to me. And that's saying something. It takes a lot to make me realise I'm being weird. The sentence is either weirdly weird or the person I'm talking to isn't used to my sense of humour. I think it's a testament to my childhood that I'm able to laugh that much at a friend dressing up as an Oompa Loompa.

There is only one conclusion. I MUST BE AWESOME!!!!

Moving swiftly on, Another thing I did was say the word fantastic more times than i could count. Surprisingly though it didn't sound any less like a word. Unlike bubblegum. Try saying that thirty times and then see if it still sounds like something you would use in a sentence.

And that concludes what was essentially one massive shout out to Geezus knows how many people.

I've been James Fitzsimons and I think I should come up with an Outro. Post ideas in the comments maybe?