The title is a bit ironic, is in the Beatles song is about a guy who works hard and his wife waiting for him at night and doing things that do women do for their men. At least I think I have understood this, the Beatles were back then not even be as clear as it is today ...
Anyway, I did not, in any case have to work hard this week, because under certain circumstances were few mails to us, I had to really do much. In the evening, then when I got home I went to celebrate with my three roommates, at least on Wednesday. Amanda had birthday on Thursday, so we are in "Dicey's" gone, one of the top Dublin clubs, if not the best, where I was before. There is a heated garden (Ireland trick to work around the smoking ban) the atmosphere is light and it was the first time that the DJ launched reasonable added. Most DJs play the top 40 and the poor rather than well. I did my first time back in Germany points felt. In any case, it was a long night or a short night, as you take it and I am the next morning hung over, probably something arrived at work ... In this respect, it was more of "A Hard Day's Night". That's it.
I could not then before pressing on Thursday even with the girls and an Irishman named Niall, who dominated a very good German (2 years in Berlin) and here a lot with the girls is doing to go to a restaurant where There was a three-course meal and Irish dancing. Yes, exactly, Michael Flately-Style ... That's impressive, even if the Riverdance-like presentation may have been something kitchig and 95% of those present came from California. I then made a 23 clock around for home.
When I woke up the next day by 6 clock and came out of the shower, I said from the kitchen to hear voices, male voices. This is actually nothing wrong or misguided. I'm Niall and his buddies still come by on a night cap or something of that nature when I came into the kitchen, I was slightly surprised two middle-aged men to see about 40 to 50 seats. George and Martin, as I found out. George's name I unfortunately do not understand, because he came from Cork and was drunk. From Cork and drunk! Imagine just before it comes out of Hanover and babble talk to someone at the Wissmarer Platt (for all non-Sydney: Very, very Low German) and a bottle of cumin intus has estimated. He then tried to explain to me why all Germans are Nazis. I then told him that the IRA are all Irishmen, Martin was the only fair. Martin, incidentally, was supposedly an engineer with land ... What makes the guy then to hell in our kitchen by 6 clock in the morning with another type that does not even understand it? In any case, the two girls was incredibly embarrassing, because the guys had invited more or less even, and sat from 4 bis 6 clock in our kitchen. I felt something as in a dream. But I know that these are the best stories I'll take from this time back home. Stories that are worthy to be retold.
Shannon of the unfortunately not notice too much, sore throat. You had to go to hospital because the antibiotics have not helped. An appointment with a GP (in English shortly: GP). Cost: € 380 So much for the Irish health system.
Here are some pictures I've taken this week:
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