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What a night.

The evening began with a usual assemblage of people in Solas, first downstairs and then in the newly opened upstairs with beer garden and the pleasant fragrance of chip-oil. The bar-staff of two were over-busy creating oft-ordered cocktails, mojitos appear to be particularly popular.

When it was closing time we - Karl, Mackers, Jenn, Karena and I - left with the idea of going back to Karl’s perhaps. We walked down my street and came across a house with a party, plenty of hors d’oeuvres, which I saw being cooked earlier in the day when I walked past, were visible through the window. Karl tried to get that party-goers attentions but they, unsurprisingly, weren’t happy to let us in.

We walked on a little further and there was another party, one with an open window so there could be two-way communication more advanced than body gestures. Requests for entry was met with a “NO CRUSTIES” reply, probably in the direction of Karl.

We walked on and found, on my reasonably short street, yet another party. A guy came out the door to talk to us when he saw us gesturing outside and while he wasn’t going to let us in, at least he spoke to us for a few moments. Then a woman, who seemed to be one of the hosts came out and coldly informed us that this was an engagement party and we weren’t coming in. She wasn’t going to engage us in any conversation, civil or not. We walked on.

Coming to the end of the street there was another party. The house was one I’ve seen plenty of parties in before and had the impression it was a house of flats or rooms. Karl went up and knocked on the door, it was opened and the opener just stepped aside. We were in! We all walked in and immediately Karl jumped into social-pirhana mode and was conversing with one of the party-goers so that we didn’t look like gate crashers. Karena slinked off shortly afterwards. 4 remain standing.
The house is home to 17 people many or all of them from aboard, from the demographic at the party it seems most of them are from France or French speaking countries. Karl, who still has stamina issues to work on, left around 4:30am.

We made friends quickly and stayed chatting and being friendly until the sun was up at 5:30am. Then Mackers, Jenn and I took one of our new friends to The Gigs Place for his first ever Irish breakfast which, based on how clean his plate was after it, he thoroughly enjoyed. I had chips and beans. Delicious!

We left when done and I was in bed around 7am. More of this kind of thing please!