The (mis)adventures of Super-S

Here’s the thing about going out for just one drink with friends - it always always becomes more than one drink, and sometimes turns into 2 pints of Guinness, 2 shots of Jaigermeister and Red Bull, and a ginger mojito (say what?).

The lovely young lesbian on whom SuperM and I have a wee bit of a crush , and whom I will dub Darling, left today for Glasgow. She will not be coming back to Belfast next term, as she is doing a cross-border program and will be in Galway come January. So last night SuperM and I went out with her and two other friends of hers for exactly one drink, and it pretty much turned into the above. We stumbled home at around 2 a.m. after fending off pleas from Darling & co to finish the night off at a gay club. I had to be up early today so I could catch the library (which closes at noon on Saturday! what the hell?!) before it closed for the weekend.

Needless to say, things from last night were a little hazy this morning. Luckily, I took notes. Yes, folks I took notes in the form of an unsent text message on my mobile phone. Do I get to wear the dork crown now? At one point Darling’s friend, Jill, asked me why I kept whipping my phone out. I couldn’t tell her I had a blog - after all, I’d only just met her and we were getting along famously, and proud as I am of my dorkdom I didn’t want to scare her off. So I told her that I liked to keep a journal of sorts and sometimes on a night out I just “jotted down” notes so I could remember. Which, not surprisingly, did not keep her from looking at me with wide, puzzled eyes, and then laughing and pointing at me. It’s cool though. She insisted on giving me her number at the end of the night, so we’re totally going to be BFF.

The notetaking didn’t get very far. This is pretty much the extent of it: “you can never go out for just ONE drink. Your moms a whose. Disasterphe.”

The first bit was incorporated above. The second part is from one of the gents we befriended last night, and who introduced us to the refreshing gin&tonic with cucumber. I don’t like gin at all, but I have to say that the addition of cucumber made the classic g&t almost bearable and quite refreshing! Anyway, for some reason he was trying to make us laugh and told us something that I guess passes for funny in Belfast. “Your da’s a whure, your ma’s a whure, and you’re a whure, so who are ya?”

He had to repeat it three times, and I’m pretty sure in the end I didn’t “get it”, but Jill assured us that there was pretty much nothing to get. Yet I felt the need to note it. Curious.

The “disasterphe” bit was actually funny but possibly one of those “you had to be there” moments. The same gent who likes to tell “whure” jokes was telling SuperM and me something about his family and wanted to say it was either a disaster or a catastrophe, and came out with disterphe. See? Not very funny, but I like it.

The point is, we had a lot of fun last night and I hope to be going back to that pub again soon. As the poster on the wall guaranteed it is indeed “more fun than colouring in”.

The Spaniard pub: “More beautiful than Jessica Alba; More useful than the Wheel; More fun than colouring in.” (picture taken using my phone’s camera, hence the extra crappy quality)

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Earlier this evening I sent Darling a text to say goodbye and good luck and warn her that I had every intention of visiting her in Galway. She responded with, “i had to pack this morn+ drive to the ferry. i almost died from the hangover. i blame you. twas excellent craic last night. happy hols to u both. xx.”

Twas excellent craic indeed.