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The Weekend That Was

Posted by Paul B | July 1, 2008 .

Saturday, it was that time of the year again. The lads bi-annual all day drinking session, a full day of male bonding and obscene amounts of alcohol. In a change from our usual routine we decided that we’d venture out of town this summer and instead travel to Ramsey. The original plan had been to go camping but the rubbish weather forecast had killed that idea on the Friday, seeing how it ended up maybe being stuck in a field away from civilised company might have been a good idea? Either way it was a great day out.

Not wanting to waste valuable drinking time we jumped on an early bus and were at our target town and looking for a pub by 2pm. Mission accomplished we settled down in some of the comfiest pub seating I’ve ever experienced. As we were planning a leisurely pace to the day I started with a bottle Becks beerof Becks, Mikey followed suite whilst the other Paul (Kingtser) and Ady were knocking back pints of Carling and Bitter respectively. Forty minutes and 3 drinks later everybody was in a relaxed mood and the conversation was flowing. As is the way the decision was made to move before we got too settled, after all there were plenty more pubs to try. After a quick toilet stop (at the world’s strangest toilets, you could talk to the people in the beer garden whilst having a piss) we moved of to Bar Logo.

This place looked like a poncy wine bar of sorts. I like real pubs. Turned out it was a nice place, relaxing atmosphere, chilled drinks but the best thing of all, free food. The kitchen had seen fit to drop of a bowl of chips on our table. This isn’t normally the type of thing I’d get excited about but these were “real” home made chips, ya know, made from potatoes and deep fried. Enough to say we ordered food immediately. Nice marketing ploy people, free sample and bang we were caught. The food was excellent. Several drinks, a crossword and some other puzzles from the newspaper later and we were in the mood for somewhere a little more pubby so headed over the road. Things were starting to get a little messy by this point and a jug of some evil shit was ordered, no idea what the hell was in it but it was nice enough and had the desired affect. Seeing as how there was a dart board we played possibly the shortest game of killer and longest game of 301 ever. At some point I threw a 3 and a 4 on consecutive throws! Ninja dart skills!

From then on it was a quick “one” (or 3) in another 4 pubs, general talking shite, before heading back to Bar Logo where we were hopeful of having some chicks to look at. Everybody was on bottles now and the pace was picking up nicely. We’d approached that part of the day when times seems to speed up. Things had begun to get shabby on our way over and besides hand stands in the street there was arm wrestling and coin flicking antics a plenty. There were no chicks at the bar so at about 9:30 we decided a bus back to Douglas and a few local drinks before heading home would be the right way to end the day. Drinking around Ramsey was a very pleasant way to spend a day and the whole atmosphere was unspoilt, sure we had fun, were drunk but we were all in good humour. I don’t think we upset anybody. Even the inevitable pissed local looking for a fight at the bus station couldn’t put a damper on things. As drunken days out go it would take some beating.

Unfortunately as soon as we’d arrived back things took a turn for the worse. We headed to Bordello, a strictly over 25’s only bar where we’d enjoy the rest of our evening. We’d just spent an hour on a bus without drink and were all feeling in tip top form, if not a little thirsty. If there is a right level of drunk then we were that. That was up to the point where somebody (don’t know who) decided we should start on the shots of Tequila. You know, get the night moving along? What followed was a blur followed by a black out but involved much throwing of random shapes on the dance floor, all sorts of ladies getting offended (although none intentionally) and god only knows what else. I may have slipped into a coma. At some point during the night I lost the ability to speak, how I ended up in a taxi home is a mystery. I made it through the door some time around 2am (look I’m getting old ok) Of the other lads one made it home and to bed, one was found naked on his sofa the next morning and somebody else was discovered slouched in an arm chair wearing a sick bib. Me, I was OK by my standards, obviously sticking to bottled beer for most of the day had worked. The wife and daughter woke me up in the morning to laugh at me (because I fell through the front door waking them up) but other than a bit of teasing I could tell that I’d managed to dock without troubles. That’s quite an achievement for me There is nothing worse than waking up to the silent treatment without actually remembering what caused it!

So that was my weekend, Sunday I was fit for nothing other than dying on the sofa and catching up on some Sky+ programs. Yesterday I was just starting to feel a bit better and today I’m well enough to work again. Considering my normal hangovers last a week that’s quite a result. As soon as I get to see the pictures I’ll post a few up. The only question that remains is if John Chow can write about food and get it tax deducted can I do the same with beer and pubs?

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