Its 2:30 am and I am sitting in my room in Barnacle Hostel in Quay Street in Galway. If this gets up its via my cell phone via Dublin roaming in Ireland. Have just got back from CP's club which was good. Am pretty exhausted. Club wasn't bad. Loads of girls and was definitely a pick up joint. However I don't pick up. I donâ€™t know what it is about me that I just can't approach girls and talk too them. Its very frustrating. Same thing happened in Dublin at Q's on Saturday night. Maybe its just an aspect of my personality and it's never going to change, I donâ€™t know. I am sure I used to be much better at this shit 5 years ago. From observation all you need to do is be able to approach the girl, start talking and more or less be persistent. My clubbing anthropological observations seem to indicate that this works most of the time. It's getting quite frustrating and I really don't seem to be able to do this.
Otherwise holiday has been pretty good, but also a little stressful. There where 16 people I knew in Dublin over the weekend (most of which came over more or less for this weekend) and I actually managed to get them all in the same place on Saturday night. Only problem is when you are the link person (the person who knows everyone) you tend to be running around trying to make sure everyone has a good time. The result is that it's very hard to keep everyone happy and you end up mission quite a lot. Friday night I got a bit trashed although strangely only for an hour or so. I was sober before that and sober after, I just was very much wasted for the one hour. I must have some latent stress and emotion going on, cause something quite odd happened. I was outside some kebab shop while everyone was getting munch. I thought I was going to spew, so I was standing outside trying to sober up and get some air when N! came out to see if I was ok. She gave me a hug and I just burst into tears. I have no idea what or why I was crying. It was very peculiar. When I do cry I tend to know why. Then cause I had no idea why I was crying I started laughing. So I was laughing why crying and really didn't know why I was doing either. It was very peculiar. I write half of it off to lack of sleep and the other half off to god knows what.
It been good seeing Wade and Chan, although I am likely to strangle them shortly. The weather has been pretty crap and both of them have being moaning shedloads about it. It's really annoying cause there is sweet fuck all I can do about it. I understand the weather is not great, but deal and move on. Also they keep commenting on how expensive everything is (which it is in Rand terms) which means I keep paying for stuff (like cabs and shit) which I really shouldn't. The ironic thing is that when I am home I tend to pay for stuff with mates cause its so cheap in pounds for me and when they are up here I tend to pay for things in cause its so expensive. I think Chan's a bit stressed about not being with her son, which I understand. It's just really frustrating when I have spent a lot of time and money to organise their trip and the keep talking about going to Greece or Portugal to get some sunshine. Its makes me feel that my effort is quite unappreciated at times which I don't think is entirely the case, but its really starting to annoy me. Travel with couples is always different from travelling with single. Anyway I just needed to get that off my chest.
Ok am falling asleep now, will write again when I get a chance.