Cheers to Legal Drinking

Again, my apologies for being the world's worst blogger. Consistency has never been a strong suit of mine and while we are being honest, the only reason I am blogging right now is because I am procrastinating from my Coastal Environment paper. The simplicity and lack of required work that has composed my Irish student career has caused me to fall into a slacker slump that I am now being forced out of - and am NOT happy about. But in case anyone is wondering (which based on the concerned wall posts I received on my Birthday they are) I have in fact survived my 21st. Maire however, did not.

I would mock her for not making it out to the club with us, but that would be hypocritical considering none of us were allowed into the club. According to President Emmet, "in the 5 years I have lived in Galway City I have never seen a drunker group of girls." While Maire and Lydia were embarrassed at this accusation, I am personally honored. In lieu of my Irish themed 21st, I chose to combine Buckfast and Red Bull Vodkas. Poor/Great decision. I knew Ronald Bass would be proud. The next bulk of this blog will be complete hearsay, as Samantha took total control of the night before we departed from the Niland House:

After successfully taking a roommate picture, it was all down hill. Literally, we all went down. Hard. Tangled up in each other and unable to gracefully stand.

Kelsey grew to anxious to leave to wait for everyone so kidnapped the birthday girl and took me to Shop Street. Fortunately it is not hard to find a girl in a crown and tu-tu wandering the streets, so the rest of Team Birthday found us shortly.

A promoter on the street spotted us and offered to get us into Carbon for free because it was my birthday. (Note: I did not get in there last Saturday for similar reasons)

Fail. The bouncer's flagged us away before we reached the door and then called me out for "faking" my birthday. Apparently I told them it was last week as well. Woops.

Angry Samantha yelled some mean and irrational comments. Needless to say 302 will not be welcome in Carbon, ever.

The Front Door was the obvious solution. Thank god Jack was working that night. When I asked him Tuesday night if he saw us on my birthday he rolled his eyes, laughed, and said he saw "something that looked like us, but was not entirely convinced we were real people" His use of "real people"when describing my life confirmed my previous hypothesis that he utterly and completely understood me as a person, or lack there of.

Within an hour we arrived at McDonald's, even though apparently all I wanted to do was walk around Shop Street so people would wish me a happy birthday. Samantha can be so vain.

The rest is a mystery to us all, but we survived it (excluding Maire from that statement of course)

I would like to personally thank Jack the Bouncer, Kevin, Andrew, Patrick, and Emmet for not only tolerating our state of mind, assisting in our survival, but also for remaining our friends the next day.