Spending most of today nursing a monster hangover was not what I had planned. All credit for this goes to the lads out in FF. I had planned to be running around town getting the final bits and pieces I'll need for the trip....instead I ended up on the sofa most of the day eating Monster Munch and feeling worthless, but not really sure why. I'll end up doing a mad dash tomorrow and end up forgetting half the stuff I need. It's not too bad I suppose, I'll be able to get anything I need in Thailand.
Last night was great craic. I learned why not to try to keep up drinking at the same pace as Fearghal.....my hangover is testament to exactly how bad a bloody idea that is. Being asked to leave Toners due to the starting up of a sing-song was a highlight. These "real" Irish pubs....pah, I say, pah....no fucking sing-songs. That cos all the fat yanks, with their white tennis trainers don't know the words and will feel left out.
For those of you not familiar with the purpose of this blog, I'm off to Chiang Mai in Thailand to train in a muay thai gym. This in itself is pretty cool....when you take into account that I have no experience and will be totally fresh meat for all the 8 year old young lads in the gym, with 5 years training already, who've been dying to kick the shit out of a foreigner, you see how badly this could go for me. Ah, after the 9 months away travelling last year I'm definitely of the opinion that the most fun and interesting things you do will scare the pants off you for a little while at least. God, that's very philosophical....must be the hangover wearing off!
