They swear this doesn’t happen year round. As this is the fifth or sixth cup I’ve seen at a pub in my brief two months here I’m just not believing it. First bear, tho!
Umpteenth camogie match
Swung by Cashel to see the castle
Stopped in the horse and jockey for rugby and a pint by the fire
The pub had a pic of cousins own Munster championship
The celebration lasted til 7AM and ended with crawling in the window of my cousins very understanding beau. Then started again just a few hours later. I may die here. We closed down the pub and then a house party dancing the feet ourselves. I tried to sit for a second, but then a Riverdance song came on and sitting was not tolerated.
We took a short break for Sunday dinner. My vegetarian membership badge has been lit on fire and stomped on at this point
And my nerd glasses are gone forever, but we made do Friday night with these beauties. Turns out the band that was playing here were responsible for losing said glasses. They made up for it dedicating a Weezer song to “the American.” It is a smalllllllll world here.