Day 4: The Final Countdown

Of course I paid for it dearly the next day. Work was a disaster. My head hurt, I was snappy and annoying (your average Monday) and could not wait until I could finally get back to Dublin. I met up with Americano the moment I stepped off the bus. I had been nice enough to let him sleep in, while I had to get up at that ungodly hour and spend 8,5 hours whining and moaning. I was so tired, I think that was the first time I fell asleep at work. So that evening – Americano’s last evening in Ireland – he proposed to just stay in, watch a movie, have some dinner and some drinks. I was not unhappy with that plan since I was so dead tired I would have agreed to having my legs slowly boiled on a nice cooking fire on the plains of Nebraska. I did propose to go somewhere, it being his last night in Ireland and all that, and told him he could choose… but he chose to hang with me. So we stayed in, ate some Beef and Guinness pie (without a doubt my favourite Irish food) and after half an hour I didn’t even feel I had hardly slept that night. We stayed up again till 4 AM or thereabouts, telling each other stories, playing songs, being miserable in the knowledge that this was probably our last day together…