sound a bit like a joke?
Well it wasn't... it was our trip to Lahinch to visit my buddy Dave and his fiance at his folks' place in Co Clare, not far from the Cliffs of Moher.
Twas a pretty good time - even though we only got there after 7pm - Cath and Courtney had driven down from Dublin to Cork to pick me up (4hr plus drive), and then had to drive the extra 3hrs from Cork to the cottage in Clare. I suppose a bit like driving from Cape Town to Bloemfontein for a braai!
We were planning on camping, but truth be told, when they offered us the lounge floor (we had a blow-up matress), we decided on that instead. Courtney opted for the couch so me dreams of sleeping inbetween the two girls failed to materialise.
Dave was keen on a sing-song that night, so sitting around the bonfire, even though the girls had gone to bed, a few of us sat around and drank and sang - even after Sinead, Dave's fiance, came and closed the door on us. She cut us deep Shrek, she cut us real deep.
At about 4:30 I headed in and they came soon after.
Then we were up at 10 for some brekkie - sausages and eggs. We wanted to head for a surf but I needed to head back to Cork as I was working and the girls needed to get to Dublin to return the rental.
Twas a good time.
PS - even though the Cliffs were only a few kilometres away, Cath's so sick of them now that we didn't even bother heading past them!
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