Belfast!

My uncle decided that, now that Gerard, my cousins and I are old enough to drink legally, it was his obligation (tradition, or something) to show us around the Belfast nightlife - in particular a place called Auntie Annie's.

Well, Gerard didn't go.

The rest of us went, and it turned out to be a kind of crowded bar below stairs / retro disco above stairs set-up, kind of like how the Gweedore was (and is again on Saturday nights, apparently - yay!).

Summary of the night:

Weird old men downstairs.

Go upstairs after cousin makes it clear she wants to follow a certain group of guys.

Dancing, more weird people, drunkenness, closing time, "Chinese" food.

Phone Steve from a stairway between the first and second floors of Orla (Brendan's girlfriend)'s house, where we're staying. I suspect this will be costly. It did lead to this great exchange when Brendan found me on the phone while the rest of the house was going through their beer supply downstairs:

"Hey! What are ye doin' on the phone?"
"I'm talking, what else d'ye do on a fuckin' phone?!"

Yes, my accent has come back in force.

Go to bed. Find out that (cousin) Stephen and (uncle) Daniel made a toothpasting raid on (cousin) Shauna's hair and (uncle) Brendan's arse. They'd initially planned to toothpaste his hair as well, only he was sleeping with that area poking out of the covers. When Stephen fell asleep, Daniel did the same to him...

Get a lift back to Derry with Daniel.

Please, for the love of God.

No one make me get in a car with him again.

Well, as long as he's not driving.

:S

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Oh yes - I looked up a penguin emoticon for Steve - and found the following Google ad:

I'm curious...