Posts Tagged ‘dempsey road’
adieu…
So, the date I’d waited a month on, never materialised. The one night it almost came to fruition, I chose to step out with the two lovely ladies that really helped me make the most of my time here.
And boy did I make the right choice.
Lady Muck and Too Precious took me out with their men and their mates. Stunning mexican food (in a weird old army village populated by bars and eateries), too many maragritas and a weird thai microbrewery were all pre-club warm-ups.
I laughed myself hoarse, drank a lot, danced a little, and ended the night with a 4am snackette in ChinaTown.
Ladies, I am in your debt. Thank you for the laughs, lunches, shopping, vulva, period, fasting, and most of all, the passport!
Ixxx
Densssssaaayyy roaaa
One too many...
Lush. Microbrewery now. Decoratively speaking, it’s confused. Chandeliers, Thai decorations, and brewery bits. And a tranny type singing I will survive? Time for more beer then.
Am gonna miss my sing bitches lah…
Iain is in Dempsey Hill. A former army village. Game over innit.
The final countdown…
This lot are responsible for 83% of the whole in the Ozone layer...
What to do on my final night in the pore?
Well, the rather dishy Dave finally made good. After three weeks of no window, he had one tonight. And just like l’oreal, boy, was he worth the wait…
So, I faced a choice.
A date with a rather dishy hunk. Or, a night out drinking with Lady Muck and Precious, my office compadres for the last few weeks.
As you’d expect, I couldn’t drop my bitches for a bloke. That just isn’t the way we do things round my parts. So, mexican food, margaritas and tequila await, as my cabby whisks me to them on Dempsey Road.
Or as I finally learned how to converse with cabbies (dropping letters left right and centre), dennseeee roooaaa. Bi-lingual me. Singlish is but a breath away, lah?
Iain is on his way to sure fire pain tomorrow morning.
