Irish People

So as you may er may nawt know, many of tha people affiliated w. think13 are Irish. Our singer n rhythm guitarist are siblings, they live w. thar cousin, thar otha brutha is around and does rigging stuff for the group, and they have countless other affiliates who hail from tha land of Ire. This is all well n good, nawt only dae ah have nae beef w. tha irish, aah generall enjoy thar sense of humor, good-natured-ness, n high tolerance fer alcohol.

Howevah, ahm startin ta think they might be a bad influence on me.

Now granted, AH was tha one who brought tha jagermeister to tha solstice party. Howevah, it wasn’t my idea ta crack tha bottle open w. three large swigs. Ah also hafta admit that thar was some particularly strong egg nog at that party that was nawt provided by anyone w. irish blood in them. Ah was given crashing space nearby that evenin, n ah remembah distinctly stepping forward to look at somethang on a table n grabbin tha table fer support. AH told myself it was time fer bed then.

So last week we’re havin a meetin n a mention is made of me wrestling. Ah don’t remembah wrestling anyone. But it does sound like somethang ahd dae. So ah confirm last evenin at a birthday party “Did ah wrestle someone?” n am told “Aye, you wrestled me brutha n made a mess of tha wall. Yer part o tha family now!” N indeed, thar are black scuff marks all up tha hallway wall. Ah apologize n hear “Dont worry, it was grand!” Tha thangs ahll dae ta make a good first impression apparently.

Last evenin was a prime example of how livin so far away might be a pain in my ass, but sometimes could be fer my own good. Granted, ah had to leave a birthday party at just after 11 in ordah ta git home on tha subway, n just as some dj tables were coming out, but b/c we’d had an informal band practice before tha party, ah was half-drunk before it even started. N while tha irish are a wonderful people, they don’t seem ta respond well ta a party-attendee w.o a drink in his hand.

Now ahm off ta git my bike tuned up, hurray!