Had a good night last night. Headed into a mate's apartment in the IFSC - very nice I must say. There was bout 8 of us there altogether includin Dee, Ciaran, Vicky, Carl and Louise. Drank nice bottle of rose which went down far to easily, so after bout an hour I was in a pretty cool mood. Was gettin bored at the apartment and new it was time to leave when they start pullin out guitars and strummin along - come on its a Sat night. So we all headed into the Palace, or Picturehouse as its now called. Place was pretty empty when we arrived but that did not deter me from strutting my funky stuff on the dancefloor, which I continued to do for most of the night. Drank a good few vodkas and was fairly drunk. Chatted a good bit with Carl, trying desperately to keep my eyes from wandering. Got to know him a good bit better even though I have known him for bout 10 years now, but since he hung around more with people I know and never really talked to him much. Kinda embarrassed myself when the drink started to take control and I start tellin him how hot he was. Oh god, will I ever learn!? There was some very strange antics on the dancefloor. It all started when this group of bout three girls, all looking suspiciously butch, and this one guy, who was oh-so-gay, started dancing beside us. One of the girls then started to dance with Dee. Things got nasty when she started to feel Dee up and tried to lift her top up. Louise ran for cover when she was approached but there was no stopping the psyched-up lesbian. Even after it was strongly indicated that none of the girls were interested she still pushed on with the disturbingly aggressive behavior, but we managed to avoid any unfortunate incidents. At one point while taking a break from body-popping I looked over towards the dancefloor only to see the psycho-dyke lying on the floor while her friends, who were in no better state, tried to drag her away from the sweaty hoard of people who had now filled up the dancelfoor. Overall it was a very entertaining evening. Didnt really realise how drunk I was until I woke up this morning with a rumbling stomach and then dragged myself out of bed and off to work. Im definitely having an early night tonight and am going to enjoy the well-deserved lie-in tomorrow morning seeing as Ive been working (and partying) non stop for the last six days. Oh what a crazy life I lead. Crazy.

  So here it is, my brand spanking newly renovated blog. Ive deleted all the old posts and decided to start afresh.

  This week has been pretty hectic so far. Been drinking far too many bottles of wine recently. Had one Monday night in my friend Dave's, another one Tues night, again in Dave's - this time cause his little sister was having a party will her friends and so he decided to invite a few of his over to make the evening more passable (didn't really work as the night turned sour when a pissing in a sink incident was involved and general drunkeness on the part of her friends), and then another last night, suprise suprise, in Dave's again! This one was drank in the space of an hour whilst loosing all my money in a few rounds of poker. Headed into Spirit afterwards for our good friend Eoin's little sister's birthday (what's the story with all the little sisters having such a great social life??). Didnt turn out to be the best night thought, since Eoin couldnt get in without his passport and so had to wait around outside till someone dropped it into him, and then we couldnt get on the fucking VIP list cause Eoin's little sister's friend had used up all the passes on her friends. Didnt really make a difference in the end, got quite drunk on some Smirnoff Ice's and danced the night away whilst checking out this hot guy on the dancefloor - which ended up in the usual situation where Im too chicken-shit to try and make an advance and then end up feeling all pissed off with myself on the way home because of it. Next time Im just goin to grab the guy by the balls littleraly - Ill just be ready to duck or run the other way if it all turns nasty, and play the old "me no speak english" at the police station ;)

  Was in work today again, as I have been all week - so with the drinkin and all Im pretty wrecked. Taking it nice and easy tonight, as you can tell my this supidly boring over-long post. Hopefully Ill have more look on the scoring front tomorrow night as Im heading out with the girls - Lousie and Dee, and the rest. Not sure where we're heading yet. Might try and get another bottle of wine in before we go out, or might have few beers instead, just I figure the wine is better for avoiding the hideous beer-belly that is slowly beginning to expand my waistline, oh to have a chiselled six pack...Just its sometimes difficult to follow on from the wine when I head out, sure I could drink those ridiculously over-priced mini-bottles of wine, but that would just be a little too queer, even for me :) Anyway Im gonna keep my eyes and fly open tomorrow night in the desperate hope of some kind of action. Anything would be better than that Belfast lad I scored last Sunday in the George - it was like kissing my granny. Only less erotic.