Monday, January 29, 2007

JoCo Comes to Town

This weekend was pretty great. Our friend JoCo from Fordham came for a visit and we took him to some great pubs. It was actually a lot of fun - we went to a pub that has dancing, called Hole in the Wall. For those of you from FU it was a lot like Gorman's in the good old days when it was dominated by North kids. We also walked to Salthill and explore more of Galway Bay and found a fantastic little cafe - Roscoe's. But first on Thursday our friends came over to our place and we went to the bar next door. We ran into the kid we met the first night and well, or course craziness!

The kid Martin and his cousin Martin with some friends awkwardly joined us, after I hear them go, "I thought you liked that one? Well pick one!" referring to us girls. So after some small talk Martin1 asks me to kiss Martin2, which I laugh politely and say No, I don't think so. I turn towards Kat to say something, and suddenly I get this WHACK! to my leg and I swing around to look at Martin2, and he goes, "So are you gonna kiss me, or what?" I laughed again and said No much more firmly this time, but neither of them can let it go. I tried to tell them that American girls don't really like getting hit and then asked for a kiss, he said it was the Irish way, but I said I don't think Irish girls like it either. I realized they had put money on whether on I'd kiss him or not, so I ask this older guy, "Do you think all American girls are easy?" He honestly answers yes and we go hysterical. This other guy hits on our friend Meg so we're all givin each other a hard time being like "Just go for it!" and Kat finally got me to the point where I was like, thanks traitor, so I made her switch with me so Martin1 could hit on her. Which was not so great cuz he licked her ear creepily. Martin1 kept begging me, so I finally was just like, "Look, your cousin (Martin2) didn't stand a chance because I don't kiss complete strangers [while sober], but most importantly, he's 18 and I'm 21. It's never gonna happen." I then told him he needs to learn how to talk to girls. He got a little annoying, okay a lot annoying, so I had to be firm. Our friend Chris told me he was really impressed by how I handled those Irish boys. I credit my Irish-American mom and aunts - and my sister warned me not to trust a word out of any Irish man's mouth.

The next night we went out again and I made a "friend" from London who followed me forever - he had to be like 34. He said I had a "nice hiney" and I told him "Nice meeting you. Night." Aka go home. Then at SuperMac's some old guy started yelling at me and my friend Pat for no reason except he was drunk, crazy, and old, so I told him to mind his business, he gets up in my face, but I just stood my ground, looked him in the eye and told him he'd better get out of my face and sit down that second. After a few more heated words he backed down. Ooooh yea. Again Chris was quite impressed. All I'm lookin for is some nice Irish boy to talk to, and instead I get creepy 18 year olds or people who should be home with their wives. However, it's all been great craic and I kinda get a kick out of it.

And yea some people have expressed confusion over the names I use in here to refer to people we all know...they're just like code names to somewhat shield people's identity. I'm just being respectful so stop being complete and utter amadans and eejits.

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