baked like a lobster

So on Tuesday, I woke up around 10:30 or so real hungover from the prior nights fun. I ran 4 miles, and felt like i had gotten stabbed in the lungs. It was going to be a good day, and so it was. Hit the beach in killiney, with the girls and chuck. Threw Ms. cannon into the ocean ( a highlight), drank on top of a hobo lair, and watched two druggies get arrested by the gardai. All in a hard day's work. Thats me a true wunderkind. On Wednesday, I hurt terribly, looked in the mirror and say my freckled paleness replaced by the exoskeleton of boiled lobster. I guess it was true, you can have too much of a good time. Aw well time to stop reminiscing, and focus on beasting an exam tomorrow

What I will eat when i get back

so tasty

Greatest Hits

So while staring at myself in the reflection of the blank tv screen this morning sprawled on the couch only wearing rugby shorts (a true pornographic image if ever) and unable to reach the remote on the ground, my alcohol addled mind started flickering. and then i realized my right eye was bright red, so there aren't going to be any deep philosophical insights into my life and ethos right now. More like a quick recap and then extemporaneous thoughts.

I started yesterday by running 6 and a half miles to dun laoighaire. Then i proceeded to get drunk at 4pm and experienced only brief lucidity in whelans and bleeding horse until i passed out a long while later. Very entertaining for all involved.

several top experiences in Ireland, excepting hitting up other countries so far:
1. Dublinfest 08- as flopsy describes it: 3 days playing, four nights drinking. a mainly pantsless affair for some
2. Super 4s rugby- attempted to bring the Winters cup back to UCD till we got bounced after winning three playoff games due to forfeiture.
3. UCD Ball- greatest day in college history, still in the process of filing discrimination suit against 21s though, the bastards

And now for some inspiration...

The Race of a Lifetime

This blog is about the quest of a life time. Not in the fashion of pursuing, salvation, wealth, or even simple respect, but a true and rather unhealthy aspiration. Myself and the iranian himself, Steve are going to run 24 miles and drink 24 beers in under 24 hours by August 1st. Now some of you may say that is nigh impossible, but I have seen (actually, Steve saw) it accomplished by Steve's brother Andy in our freshman year. He is a Marine though, while we are chumps, good looking human beings by any respect, but hardly gleaming examples of physical endurance. However we have been training our abilities abroad: Hitting Golden Fryer kebabs three separate times back to back and drinking lots. Coundown 84 days and rolling