Holy Tara Reid, patron saint of partying….last night was absolutely out of control.
Threefold had a going away party for an employee who’s leaving the company. About 10 or so people went to dinner at a high-end Italian restaurant called—I kid you not—Little Caesars.
Following dinner, the party headed to Dicey’s, a swanky pub on fashionable Harcourt Street. It was there that me and flatmate Fiona met up with everyone around 8:30. Things escalated quickly.
Threefold had a going away party for an employee who’s leaving the company. About 10 or so people went to dinner at a high-end Italian restaurant called—I kid you not—Little Caesars.
Following dinner, the party headed to Dicey’s, a swanky pub on fashionable Harcourt Street. It was there that me and flatmate Fiona met up with everyone around 8:30. Things escalated quickly.
Dicey's Pub is swanky and Irish-yWithin 45 minutes shots were being ordered, and it wasn’t long until the Radio Frequency manager had 3 pints of cider cradled in his arms and was swaying from side to side, singing into peoples ears. About 95% of the office was there, and 85% of those were huddled under the heat lamps in the smoking garden (indoor smoking is banned in Ireland). I saw a piggyback ride take place. Barry, the 6’6” Project Manager (who is “an absolute gas”—really fun), stood near the stairs, and guys who wanted to talk to him but didn’t want to look like shrimps stood one or two steps up from him to speak eye-to-eye.
THE HIGHLIGHT of my night was when I came back from the loo and a bunch of Irish guys I’d been talking to had prepared a nice rousing “KERRY! IT’S ALL GOOOD IN THE HOOOOOD!” I have no idea where they got this, or why it seemed the perfect time to say it! I laughed so hard I spilled a little beer, which everyone regarded as a great tragedy.
I had a pint of Guinness which was nice. The pub had the new Guinness North Star (one of Guinness’ “Brew House Series” special edition stouts---yes, Kaitlyn, I know, you waaaaannt it!), but I got too full on the first Guinness to have another. You can’t even describe how filling Guinness is here. It is truly a meal. Having a Guinness at the beginning of your night keeps you from getting too drunk the way eating a sandwich would—it is literally so dense, it soaks up lighter liquors. I kid you not.
Anyway! Cut to 12:45am when Fiona and I leave to catch the last tram home and the rest of the office is making plans to go to the club. We were the first people to leave….at 12:45.
I came in this morning to find that most of the office had stayed out til 5 or later. There are people here today who are re-wearing outfits. Lots of people. A frightening amount of people. Who also have really bad hair. But oddly enough, they’re functioning. That’s what’s great about Ireland—if you come in ragged from a long night, people just joke about it and give you slag but everything’s okay. And if you do have to call in sick from a hangover, everyone just laughs and jokes about it around the office, but you never need to cover it up. If you’re sitting at your desk re-wearing a skirt set, everyone knows why, and you don’t bother to hide it, either. There’s no reason—they don’t care! No one judges for that sort of thing. Now, judging you for being a Catholic….that’s a different story.
“Good craic” as they’d say here. Plenty of fun. Sorry to all the Liverpool fans (hey Pickerings) who had to watch their team lose to AC Milan in the Champion’s League finals yesterday. Yeah, that’s right, I’m following “football” now! When in Dublin, okay?!
THE HIGHLIGHT of my night was when I came back from the loo and a bunch of Irish guys I’d been talking to had prepared a nice rousing “KERRY! IT’S ALL GOOOD IN THE HOOOOOD!” I have no idea where they got this, or why it seemed the perfect time to say it! I laughed so hard I spilled a little beer, which everyone regarded as a great tragedy.
I had a pint of Guinness which was nice. The pub had the new Guinness North Star (one of Guinness’ “Brew House Series” special edition stouts---yes, Kaitlyn, I know, you waaaaannt it!), but I got too full on the first Guinness to have another. You can’t even describe how filling Guinness is here. It is truly a meal. Having a Guinness at the beginning of your night keeps you from getting too drunk the way eating a sandwich would—it is literally so dense, it soaks up lighter liquors. I kid you not.
Anyway! Cut to 12:45am when Fiona and I leave to catch the last tram home and the rest of the office is making plans to go to the club. We were the first people to leave….at 12:45.
I came in this morning to find that most of the office had stayed out til 5 or later. There are people here today who are re-wearing outfits. Lots of people. A frightening amount of people. Who also have really bad hair. But oddly enough, they’re functioning. That’s what’s great about Ireland—if you come in ragged from a long night, people just joke about it and give you slag but everything’s okay. And if you do have to call in sick from a hangover, everyone just laughs and jokes about it around the office, but you never need to cover it up. If you’re sitting at your desk re-wearing a skirt set, everyone knows why, and you don’t bother to hide it, either. There’s no reason—they don’t care! No one judges for that sort of thing. Now, judging you for being a Catholic….that’s a different story.
“Good craic” as they’d say here. Plenty of fun. Sorry to all the Liverpool fans (hey Pickerings) who had to watch their team lose to AC Milan in the Champion’s League finals yesterday. Yeah, that’s right, I’m following “football” now! When in Dublin, okay?!
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