Played golf with Lego girl and enjoyed it alright even though I didn’t play all that well. 12 points just but it was a nice day and the craic was alright.
Saturday was the ABBA party at The Watsons. K had come up for the party which was nice as she’s had a bit of a shit time of it in Dublin. Niamh is probably the biggest bitch in the world, as well as being one of the thickest people in existence. I know…from personal experience!!
We went to Munich & Berlin with her around Christmas time last year and it was one of the longest weeks of my life. Everything from her lack of knowledge about travelling, both where we were travelling to and of how to survive on the road. We went to some of the most culturally significant areas in Europe, in terms of recent history, and she had not a clue. I mean seriously… There was no knowledge of Nazi history, what the Berlin wall was about and Dachau. Really; she didn’t even think to bring her camera to Dachau, and even forgot the bloody charger, so took about 3 photos of the whole trip. She was always bloody whining about money, every-bloody-thing cost too much for her, really, she bloody showed up in sneakers. It’s Berlin, in the middle of winter – come on! Enough about that trip, I’m angry with her cause she made K feel like shit. She didn’t even wish her happy birthday – the bitch!
I think the party on Saturday somewhat made up for it. It was a cracking night. Everyone made a really big effort with the costumes; so everyone fit in great. When we first walked in it was actually a little difficult to recognise people cause of the get ups & the wigs. Just about everyone at the club has short hair, but they were all in long wigs for the party and it was hilarious as everyone who didn’t normally ‘have hair’ kept walking around touching it all night. Kinda crazy really. By the end of the night I acquired a punk rocker wig with hair sticking 
everywhere. There was some discussion about me having long hair & K said that if I did infact grow my hair out it would probably look exactly the same as what the wig looked like. It was very cool though.
Managed not to get too drunk at the party. Actually I wasn’t even drunk. Had maybe 5 or 6 bottles of beer, so was very sensible. Had good fun though. The craic was mighty and everyone was in good form. I really enjoyed the night that we had, I think partially because it was really my last night of ‘my life’; although I guess that Sunday really is the last night before I have to think about packing.
