We were expecting quite a few visitors for the weekend, and by Friday night the London rifraf had floated in on seedy tide. Duncan Wilson , Leyton Perris, Darryl (Doggy), Grant ( Grunta) and Mark Wells. Now I tell you there full names, because on the Elderstatemen Blog we have no secrets and hide behind no nicknames, unless I do not actually know the persons real name, then the 'Nick' will surface.
So after meeting a few of them at the Guinness factory for the obligatory Pint, I meet them all later on at a lovely little Italian, table for six anyone...tradgic start to the night. It was then off to Cafe in Sinne, very impressive bar, infact the best in Dublin. But tonight was not their night, and tequila ruined any 'chances' in this place. So off to what can only be described as Dublins "Poedium", what more can you say of a bar that goes from being 'Tumble Weed" empty, to can't swing a freckin cat in 30min. Rio's had been found, and a new home for the duChats in the process.
The lads were in full swing, rounds of White sambuca and something with ice in it....Shit I don't know, this while offending all in sundry, and keeping the bouncers on their toes at the same time.
Every convo would inevitably revole round Us whipping the Irish the next day, or how old we all were, which on reflection was quite evident, even with the impressive lighting. It was time to leave. You know your ready to call ita night when you ask the Cabbie to recommend another Venue, and he replies with 'Home'....Shit I hope he wasn't hitting on me!
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