Beep-beep Monday

When the craic's good, nuttin' else matters

New to me, old hat to others. Beep-beep Monday.

I’ve said before that consumption habits shouldn’t be framed by the day. So Mondays are not all about rainy days and The Carpenters.

I write here as a victim of hop and grape, too little sustenance, and irregular sleep. Missing keys, spelling all over the shop, and the mind as hazy as a Tuesday morning should never be. But at least I got to see something I wouldn’t otherwise have seen if I had followed the normal routine of a mundane Monday.

There should be more of it. Transplanting yourself in foreign territory and surroundings. What do you need? Simple. Just willing hosts. Last night I filled a breach left by an under-the-weather mate. Not sure if he participates every Monday, but the hosts do, whenever possible.

The craic was great. And when the craic’s good, nuttin’ else matters.

YOYO - you’re only young once. Thank you. Good night.

Nick

P.S. I’ll leave you to decode the beep-beeps.

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