Licking My Wounds(alt title:Peter Gabriel Too)
Posted in Blog by: LottieThe morning after the night and dawn before, I sit hidden from the hangers-on, head phones in, Zach and Norah running through my mind. The Internet’s Ben Keneally lies across a couch twittering and farting to his hung-over heart’s content. Darragh Doyle’s enthusiasm rings out from somewhere beneath me. I curse his sobriety then remember that he had the sense not to partake in a bottle of Jack at 5.30am. I can see Blog Flight 101 take off as the Twitters keep coming and imagine the headline now: “Bloggers Bring Down Boeing”. Occasionaly I reluctantly rise my lumpish form to bid farewell to bedraggled bodies hitting the road. I am licking my wounds and avoiding my bruised arse. Three words – Giant. Inflatable. Twister.
My first Bloggies rocked! Alas, I did not win but I don’t feel so bad though as the cause of the ginger was well represented, Tommy taking home the prize for Best Newcomer.
Thank you to everyone who was so wonderfully nice. Thanks to the quirky, cosy Cork International Airport Hotel. Thank you to Mulley and everyone who organised the weekend, I am already looking forward to next year. My favourite people of the moment are the truly very sexy Sexy Pedestrian, my kindred-hair spirit Sabrina and Elf, who has kindly offered to let me bunk on her sofa when I visit Amsterdam.
And so I take my leave of you. There will be some intermittent interruptions over the next few weeks while I prepare for exams and on Grannymar’s advice I will only post or read when I have earned it. One hour of study equals one blog read.
It won’t last.
February 22nd, 2009 at 7:41 pm
Ditto for me pet. The study bunker looms. AGH! Good luck recovering. Well done again x
February 22nd, 2009 at 9:07 pm
Ah hard luck dude! sounds like ye had a great time! sorry i missed it now!
February 22nd, 2009 at 11:24 pm
JAYSUS was that night epic or what? Was a delight to meet you. Must now meet your hairdresser. You started the Jack 5:30 eh? I’m dead impressed. We finished of the coke, the strippers and the vodka and threw everyone out at 5:30. Sounds like you were the last man standing, ye champion woman!
February 23rd, 2009 at 12:22 am
I’m only feeling halfway normal now! What a night!
And it was a pleasure to meet yourself and Darren. My age is catching up with me because I had to throw in the towel around 4-ish!
Good luck with the exams, I’m in the same boat so I better hit the books now all the excitement is over..
February 23rd, 2009 at 8:46 am
Course it won’t last!
You were a pioneering Twister-Siren, my dear! Fabulous!
February 23rd, 2009 at 10:48 am
@Ciara – Fun! Not long now. Just want to get it over with.
@T-Cup – Im sorry you missed it too. I can’t tell you how much fun it was and not nearly as geeky as I had imagined. The twister was an act of genius – really brought out the 4 year old in me.
@Sabrina – Why does it always have to be me? One of these days I will retire to bed gracisouly and at a reasonable hour. So great to meet you too.
@Robert – now now 4 isn’t bad going at all. Did you get yourself in the game afterwards? The twister game I mean. I saw the way you were looking at it.
@Jo – I want one for my birthday!!!
February 23rd, 2009 at 1:20 pm
“One hour of study equals one blog read.”
Whoah, lady, that ratio is already way off!
February 23rd, 2009 at 1:23 pm
@Annie – I know…I’ll ahem, start tomorrow. They study plan will be drafted today.
Im still recovering.
February 23rd, 2009 at 5:18 pm
@Lottie, by the time I had worked up enough courage to try twister it was gone!