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Published: June 28th 2012
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June 18th Today we decided we would go watch the Irish guys gig at the Irish pub again. So me and Rich gathered up the hostel troops And headed to get the bus into Miami down town. By this time it was
5 pm and I still hadn't eaten due to being hungover most of the day. We walked in, ordered 2 mains and a pint of Guinness. Whenever I have had Guinness before I have been drunk and not really tasted it. It actually comes to light the it's pretty good. Its like a meal but it was pretty good. The band is called "2 guys live" and would recommend them to anyone reading this. The energy and atmosphere they create in the room is amazing. We waited for them to finish and we could all head back to the hostel ready for yet another Miami night out. Unfortunately we were on the wrong end of all the buses and air trams we got on. It must of taken us twice as long to get back. It was
11pm before we got back. The hostel rep had left already so we text him saying we would be there at 12. A solid hours worth of pre drinks and we headed to chalks. This was one of the funniest nights out we have had. To my absolute delight this bar had pool tables and more importantly, table tennis tables. Anyone that knows me will confirm I am a sucker for a good game of table tennis. I don't like playing people who are no good though. Luckily for me there was Paul. He was staying at the hostel and too rated himself at this game of the gods. I mean we were both drunk and wobbling but he held good rallies and showed off our skills. I shrugged off the fit Swedish girl to carry on the rally. I have my commitments in order. This is more than I can say for Rich. He went round grabbing the table tennis balls, putting them in his mouth and spitting them out at great speed on the table. This was amusing at first but after a while he basically has a tennis ball in his mouth from a dirty bar that has been touched by everyone. This could be a reason he has picked up and cold/cough. After knocking over a load of glass beer bottles in an epic double handed back hand me and Paul decided to give it a rest. To the bar to find the others and have a boogie. Again, someone heard me talking and asked where I was from. Loved it, and bought me 3 shots of Gin. Jesus Christ that made me feel crappy. But free drinks are free drinks. Beggars can't be choosers. By this point rich was in a corner leaning against the wall and bar having a snooze. Later on in the night we encountered a beautiful blonde, blue eyed Swedish girl who literally was dancing with everyone. She let all the men in there believe they would be getting lucky that night. Chris says to me "you got my back" and I replied something along the lines of "yeh, who we fighting, let's go get him" ha. He was getting pretty close with the swede but some other guy barged in the way. Obviously nothing came of it but it was so funny. Don't you worry, we kept our dignity and gave him evils Vicky Pollard style. This led to a brilliant one liner from Chris. "F*** Sweden, where is Germany". He was referring to the girl he got with the other night as she was in the bar too. This night, for some reason it didn't matter what song that was playing at the time, the dance to Apache would be done all the time. Before I knew it I was stood at the bar, on my own with no hostel people in sight. Everyone had gone. I think Rich was pulling an Australian girl which to my knowledge was very funny as Velcro (Rachel) was getting pretty jealous. I went outside, asked where the nearest pizza place is and headed there. Once pizza in hand I looked up to see where I was. I was on 13th and needed to get to 4th. That's a pretty long walk. So head down with my pizza and off I went. I looked up again to find I was on 19th street. I had walked the wrong way. Rich is right. I am directionally retarded. Off I went on the long walk home on my tod. Rich told me the pink panther was throwing up just outside the bar I was in. I walked the wrong way or otherwise would have seen them. Another guy from Somerset Joe was with us and on seeing pink panther throwing up, he immediately projectile vomited too. Miami is insane.
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chris
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ha
You got my back!! Where's Germany, class night