May 16 2003
After 4 hours of sleep, we raced off to make the ferry to Ireland. The boys had been eating my raw garlic and the van began to reek of raw garlic farts. Made the ferry in plenty of time. The seas were rough and we all felt pretty dizzy when we tried to walk. I got water from the bathroom sink and made tea in the cafeteria microwave.
When we got to the Irish customs line, we were all pretty excited. After another lengthy, garlic-farty van ride, we got to Limerick and met up with the promoter, Emmett, who took us to our hostel. Those of us who had changed pounds to euros on the ferry could eat. Those who didn’t, couldn’t. Erick and I got Chinese food (felt kind of weird getting Chinese food in Ireland) and then talked turkey with Promoter Emmett for hours and hours and drank cup after cup of Irish tea (which was free in the hostel).
Sleeping arrangements for this evening: All ten of us on bunk beds in one room. My new friend, Melatonin, helped me fall asleep and drowned out the snores. Dreams of raw-garlic-ass danced in my head.
Of note: It is here that we made the acquaintance of The Jammer, Sean. He is an English fellow who was kicking it in Limerick; working, living at the hostel, and jamming on his acoustic guitar. He was a presence for the duration of our stay in Limerick. He jammed. All day. All night.
May 17 2003
Our afternoon matinee was cancelled, as the father of the pub owner had died, and we had the day to wander around Limerick. I sent some emails, wrote some postcards, and drank coffee, alone.
We all met back at the hostel at 4pm, along with Emmett and the sound man, to drive out to our favorite club venue in the world, the sea-front Pine Lodge. The jammer came along. The show was great, and all night, as the Jammer got drunker, he asked us for money and drinks. On the way back to the hostel, he leaned heavily on Jeff in the 7-seat van that was currently transporting thirteen. Jeff, who prefers no human contact of any kind, was not into it. I hypothesized that if the Jammer puked in the van, I would happily throw him out of the moving vehicle. Luckily for him, his gorge stayed down.
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