Runamuck Tours, First Blood
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So back in 2007 at Easter, Louise had a major party in her house after work. The only survivors the next morning were myself, Searlait, Louise and of course Briody. After breakfast I had the wonderfully stupid idea of going to the airport and jumping on the first plane moving to anyway...the cheapest flight was to Edinburgh for €300 oneway!!
This year, Canning realised that everyone back home would be gone away Easter weekend, so rather than spending it alone, he decided to organise a trip. The plan was to do what we wanted to do last year but planned properly. He picked a place and booked the accomodation. For 2 months we had to see him everyday in work and know that he had a secret over us.
We all arrived one by one, each time trying to guess where we were going.
At first we were all dubious of Canning's choice of going to a small city. Then we decided that we had the perfect group coming away with us so we would have fun anywhere we went together. We were staying in what was essentially some guys downstairs. It had a really cool set up. I was really interested by the bunk beds in the sitting room.
When we walked down the hill into town we noticed something odd. In the 15 minutes it took to get there, we hadnt seen anyone. When we got to the main street we had still seen nobody around. It was like something out of a horror movie. Everything was closed. Except for the kebab shops, Italian restaurants and a supermarket called Fukt...brilliant! We stocked up in the supermarket, it was so cheap. We bought a bottle of Jaeger for €13!
After having kebab dinner, just to be healthy, we set off to stroll around the town for a look. We got so badly lost it was almost embarassing. I am fairly certain that we have walked down the same street several times unless the guy who designed the city ran out of ideas early on and just decided to repeat himself.
We eventually made it back to the house and started playing drinking games.
Apparently it is illegal to have a top with a hood on it. Who knew?? Not me or Tom. The bouncer took his top but it was ok cause he had a t-shirt on. I didnt, so he tucked the hood in making me look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Such a fun night. The others got a bottle of vodka and some coke. Myslef and Briody just kept ordering the oddest drinks we could think of. At some point one of the girls wanted to go home. I stepped up and did the gentlemanly thing. Im that nice. Im mean sure I used it as an excuse to go back and get changed so that I no longer had to wear my jacket in the nightclub...Im still a nice guy.
Again the snow slowed us down on our homeward bound journey, we just wanted to make the most of it. Briody felt bad about the amount of drink going to waste if we went to bed, so we made the most out if it while the others dropped off like flies!