We are the champions... :)

Ireland won the six nations rugby championship yesterday!
We went into a pub to watch the second half of the game. They were playing against Wales and the atmosphere was absolutely brilliant. The table next to us was full of Welsh people (they were easily spotted, being the only people shouting and roaring when the Welsh team scored). After the game I said to Himself that I should start supporting the Welsh, because even I could learn the names of the players (Half of them were called Jones, other half were Williamses).

We won at the end, with only few points difference. Himself took the night off and we met up with some friends.
I'll probably see a good few sore heads at work today. Even my boss was hugging and pulling random people up for a dance last night. And I can guess what the topic of the conversations with my customers will be...
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I had four ciggies yesterday. Bold me. I'll promise to be good again today.

Surviving bad news.

I have been surrounded by people after the bad news. It's good, because I don't want to cry in front of people I don't know that well. And after a while spent with them, I didn't even feel like crying. And, where there's Irish people, there's usually drink as well. That might have had something to do with it...

So, friday came and we decided to go and get rat-arsed. You can forget about "drowning your sorrows", it was more like "getting absolutely hammered, getting your sorrows out of your system, dancing on them and then setting them on fire".

Usually I go out with the lads. I remembered why, when we got some girly additions into the group. See, lads are usually chilled and don't care about making a fool out of themselves. I even enjoy dancing with my male mates, because I can jump around like an idiot, mosh and look stupid. None of this "dancing-around-the-handbags-in-a-circle"- crack. I never got the point of it, so if someone has some inside-information, please explain!

Anyway, there I was,trying to enjoy myself after hearing that I'd lost my job. And the girlies were sitting quietly at the table, knickers in a twist over boy trouble. Watching their faces getting longer by the hour wasn't doing much to improve my mood, so I escaped to the ladies.
There, in the middle of the otherwise very clinical-looking door, was a sentence someone had scribbled; "Don't give up" inside a heart.
For some reason that felt like a sign and cheered me up no end.

So, I went back out, went clubbing and danced my socks off.
Sunday was a Joe Dolan day, so obviously we had to go out again. Certain things just have to be done. And we had a great time again.

So next time you get bad news (or even without them), give it a go. Forget about coolness and looking good; talk to strangers, surround yourself with nice people, listen to strange music, do things you wouldn't normally do.

And try moshing, it really works! ;)