Dominick and the round sausage

So it was my birthday yesterday, as well as Pancake Tuesday and MARDI GRAS! And also international womans day, which kinda annoys me (not even a joke) seeing as I know more than a few women that spent international womans day making pancakes in the kitchen. All that aside I went ahead and focused on MARDI GRAS! and the objective of getting beads and seeing boobs, with the possibility of more boobs. Unfortunately because nights out in this country have turned shit, there was few beads and even fewer boobs.

As the night came to a close, a large man with ridiculously red trousers started dancing with Christina. I found it hilarious to let him dance with her for ten minutes before wrecking his fun (I can be a mean drunk like that). After the night ended and everyone went their separate ways and we bumped into him outside and began chatting (there realizing that he was German!). All three of us were drunk, and could hardly muster up proper English let alone throwing some German in there as well. All this happened around 3:00am.. ish?

Of course, seeing as I had college at nine the next morning we thought it was a good idea to get breakfast with this stranger and wonder around town. It took the guts of an hour and a half to get from d2 on Harcourt street to the bottom of Grafton street, which is usually 10-15mins tops.

There we had some McDonalds dinner/supper with Dominick.. Until they changed the menus to the breakfast option. That blew everything wide open, there was no way I was leaving without a double sausage and egg McMuffin! It was at this point that I tried explaining to Dominick how it was a total mindfuck that the sausages were round. This scared him a bit. So after three McMuffins we thought that it was a good idea to go home/back to Christinas because I had spent all my cab fare on breakfasts. Who says I'm old!? I'm winning! Pffft.

Peace

LB