Nice cold bottle of red gatorade and a package of saltines. And a tylenol.
I'm completely hungover, along with Anita and Laine, and probably the vast majority of NUIG summer school students. Last night was a success, you could say, but we sure are paying for it now.
We had a final reception at school around 6, and you know what that means. Free pints. The first two are included, the next two were the result of being bums who wouldn't leave and go out in the rain, so we stayed with one of the coordinators and got more drinks as they were closing up the bar. Free is so grand.
We headed out with a group of people that we just recently started talking to (and as in recently, I mean up until that night we couldn't stand a few of them, but hey, after a few drinks, we're totally bff, right?) . Barry (the coordinator guy) took us to another pub that is pretty much all local kids, The Front Door. It was lots of fun, and I saw people take shots for the first time since I've been here-and it was Jager, too! Luckily, I stayed away from the stuff, at this point I think I'd sampled three different beer styles and I figured I should just stick with the pints.
Next we headed over the The Living Room (man these pubs are homey!) and met up with Coley (the other coordinator guy), and more kids from school. It was packed, Thursday night is busier than Saturdays sometimes. Craziness. We were drunk, and enjoying ourselves, and somehow I managed to get a pint of water, which probably helped me more that I can imagine.
It didn't help on the walk home, though. It's typically a 15 minute walk, but I had to pee like no other, and Supermacs was just locking their doors when we got there, dying for their delicious fries...and a toilet. Ready to pass out or pee my pants, we booked it right through the middle of the roundabout and almost ran to our apartments. I don't even know how I found my bed and got under the covers, but Laine and Anita apparently stayed up another hour, made noodles, and checked out the remnants of the kegger that took place across the street (those kids tried to get us to go, but no way would we have paid €10 for flippin keg Fosters. Gross).
I paid dearly for my time last night, and I am afraid to turn on my camera and see the evidence. But it was well worth it, to have a total drunken experience here in Galway one last time. Today we're all business for souvenier shopping and packing...early bus tomorrow and there is no way I'm gonna get drunk again tonight. Barfing on the bus would not be a pretty sight (sort of like the dried, smeered puke all over Anita's apartment's front hallway, thanks to their socially awkward housemate James who we're pretty sure just starting drinking, and getting hammered, on this trip. Nasty!).
Hope you all enjoyed that! I know I did ;) See you in the Lou.
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