There was a couple of strange events from last week when I was out that I feel like sharing with you, my beloved tumblr followers.
I was having the bantz and lols in War last week and I had a sudden urge for a pint (as one does on such a night out) but instead of purchasing one from the several bars in the club I decided I would leave, go down the street and find a little bar to serve my needs. I ended up drinking a pint there with a Moroccan man where we discussed the hype surrounding St Patrick’s Day and the music of Roy Orbison.
Long story short, I ended up having to make my way home on the nitelink by myself, so I thought I’d be very time efficient and purchase one of the tickets before heading to McDonalds to munch on a chicken burger while waiting for the 7N. As it happens, I lost my ticket in McDonalds and even though I knew in my head that there was no way this could ever EVER work, I decided to attempt to use an old dart ticket I had in my wallet on the machine, only then to employ my best Keanu Reeves acting skills to fake surprise when it didn’t work. I ended up having to pay the fare again before enjoying a rather pleasant conversation with Graham Byrne (if you know him, you know what I’m talking about; hero)
The final strange event was after I departed the bus. I was struck with a most bizzarre and apparently convincing urge to see if the side gate of a house I was passing was locked. It wasn’t, so I decided to investigate further and found myself in a lovely, if rather dark, back garden. It was at this point I decided I needed to go home.
