Published: August 6th 2012July 25th 2012
Wednesday 25th of July We all woke up hungover. Feels like déjà vu it was as if every morning in San Francisco would be a repeat of the morning before. Apart from this time I could stomach pancakes I just woke up too late to have them. Having showered and changed we had a downstairs to play pool and blog for a few hours. There was no banter it was silence. No one had the energy to talk to each other. But we managed to find common interest in food in the middle of the day. And Ruby Murry was on the menu. Having passed it several times on I'm few trips out of the hostel. We had decided at midday we would go down to the Indian restaurant called little deli on the corner of our street to have a curry. I did not build my hopes up every curry I had had since I've left England was poor compared to back home. It was too traditional, I like curries like chicken tikka masala ones with actual sauce. Not dried chickpeas and strange green stuff. We had hit the jackpot this place not only did chicken tikka masala it did cheese and garlic naan and it was a sound $9.99. Obviously plus tax and service charge. The drink of choice fresh home brewed tapwater with ice. We left their stuffed and already farting. Guess the drinking game of choice tonight
would be Ring of Fire. The rest the afternoon we spend chilling and chatting Chris arrived and we'll talk about what we adore got up to since we left each other in Miami. Turns out the Chris was really mad at Declan. Apparently he had booked a early flight home and had upped sticks and left with no reason. Just told them that morning that he was going afternoon. Karl and Chris bonded over this as his friend had done the same just hadn't said a word and left in the night. Every now and again Michael and I argue. But I would never leave him on his own. Without good reason and without telling in advance first as soon as I knew. It's disrespectful whether or not you're angry person and if the roles would have been reversed I'm sure the feelings with him are the same. We then spent another few hours watching stupid videos on you tube. Something else I hadn't done since been back home it always cracks me up. One stupid video brought me to tears laughing. Afterwards Chris left he came about later with this friends. The rest of the afternoon spent blogging and playing pool. We got changed and ready for a night out as usual. And as usual by Nightout I mean staying in the hostel getting hammered. Tonight
again started with Eric doing his speech. And when it was done and we all went downstairs to get a drinking. Straight on the beer pong we were laughing and joking with the Aussies about which ones of us had hooked up. Who had been ridiculously drunk and then the stupid antics we had all got up to. We then formed a team. The super team one may say. The rules of beer pong in this hostel were as follows. If one team beats three different teams in a row, they then have the right to play Eric. Eric proclaims himself as the fourth best in his whole fraternity in college and his fraternity was one of the best out of all colleges in state. Yes the Americans take beer pong so seriously they have inter college matches. They even take it so seriously that if one team accuses the other of cheating it could end in actual physical violence. They even practice in their spare time with cups of water. Anyway Eric also proclaimed that he hadn't been defeated in two years. And if you beaten once you win $50 but if you beat him three times in a row you win $500. Game on five people to a team we were going to get a mess Eric up. After cruising through the first three rounds against no opposition. The first game against Eric began. We won with a sudden death shot. The screaming was the atmosphere was insane bowl and the final few throws are all on video.$50 was ours and we could walk away always replace the $500. What do you think five drunken really excited confident lads would do. It was all nothing baby. Eric panned them in the next game. But afterwards we were laughing and joking with him. We started quoting to him as speech that it does before every single night. It was so funny. He then said that tomorrow night
we would all have to do the speech with him. Which obviously we will all well up for. He even said he would bring us all in T-shirt so we would look exactly like him. We were all buzzing and the beers are flowing well. It was at this this point Chris arrived with the girl from the other night and her friend. Chris was monumentally battered. But still standing showing the true Irish boy inside him. We carried on playing beer pong but were chatting all the time and not really focused on the game any more. To be honest we were so drunk we couldn't give a flying monkeys we just wanted to have fun. Unfortunately our opponent didn't share our sense of humour we were being slow, disorganised and not playing to the rules. If you haven't guessed he was German. And asthe same as every other night when the beer run dry we headed upstairs to buy and drink more. We started off by playing the usual drinking games. General singalong games requiring you to remember your own number. But after a while we got bored the group had got to big everyone wanted to be in on all our fun. So Michael myself and Chris and the two Irish girls. Went to the next table and started talking and getting to know each other. This was fine but Chris was very slowly passing out. It was at this point we noticed the microphone was still on the Eric users to do his speech. With little bit of egging on I got up and tried my best to beat box it I'm sure wasn't great. But to a room filled with drunken, load, stupid, easily impressed people. Everyone loved it. After one minute Eric came in and took the microphone. I apologised he said don't worry about it ever is just here to have fun but it was an expensive piece of equipment and it was his own. The next thing we did was to start singing in our small group. Chris kicked off all I really wanted to hear was the Irish songs that I had known and loved well in Miami. So we started singing the rattlin' bog check it out online. It's amazing. We were singing at the tops of our voices when four other guys ran over to us with the biggest Cheshire cat smiles across their faces. In an Irish accent they said "are you singin the rattlin' bog?". YES! Next thing I know there was nine of us belting out Irish songs left right and centre. Like Galway girl, no never no more and horse outside. There were people on each others shoulders chair being slammed on the floor for a drum beat. And then one of the girls that was Chris's friend was dance on the tables. It was properly like being in old-time Irish bar in the centre of San Francisco. And then the table gave way and she fell all singing stopped in gasps came out from all around. "Are you alright?" was replied with laughter and yeah I'm fine. At which point the cheers went up in the singing started again. We sang and sang and sang till our faces turned blue. And eventually we weren't singing Irish songs anymore chart song and all time sing along classics like Wonderwall could be heard from the streets of L.A. But one of the highlights of my evening was to be stood outside talking to Chris and friends when one of the hundreds of homeless people came past. Everyone would have some money for cigarettes or whatever anyone had. Or they would try and sell you drugs. We've been told specifically by the hostel not to give them anything because it turned into a real problem last year and they kept coming back and the police eventually had to be called to remove them from the area. This wasn't good for the hostel and its ratings online, this is why they asked you not to give them anything even though you think it is right. Well this one homeless person came along and out of nowhere started pumping out a famous Italian classical song word for word, note for notes perfect. This is one of my favourite Italian classical songs the only problem is I can't tell you its name who it is by but if I heard it I would recognise instantly. And no it's not Nessun Dorma. I must say I did give him a dollar for that. Afterwards I went inside where I would find that Chris's friended had started to come on to me a little. I wasn't really keen she wasn't my type. And I wasn't drunk enough for her to be. Don't get me wrong she wasn't at all ugly she was probably a good 7/10
and nice average but pretty looking girl. A massive step up from the German bird from the last night. But I just wasn't the mood and a hadn't drank a lot. However my honourable friend was and had. The rest is history.