The boys at the table. The anticipation hangs like a tangible mist in the air. \nThe beer is close, we can feel it. On top of that all these pretzels are making us thirsty.
Less Organised chaos.
I don't know why this was happening. I certainly didn't want to interfere - I could have been next... hmmmm
She looked better in my hat than I did.
Yes Wayne. That is you.
In retrospect drunken arm wrestling antics are a recipe for disaster - or at least weeks of aching elbow joints. You have been warned.
Mike. The man. The legend.
They were smoking fish over open charcoal. The smell was both delicious and nauseating.
Day 2: it's a different tent, but it's all the same craic.
You can read the expression on our faces. Wayne is all "Bring it on!" I'm all "I wanna go home"
As it turns out - he just became Uncle Wayne. It was a girl
Greg Pon.
Organised chaos.
The first beer of the afternoon... good thing we made friendly with the waitress \nwhen we arrived. Let that be a lesson to you young kids with your rap music and whatnot. Take beer seriously.
The band.
Eric felt the need for chicken.
Wayne and I had beer. Plenty of time for chicken later.
She took her top off, we let her stay. It's not rocket science.
Mihaly swapped tops with her. What a sacrifice... for the team.
From time to time folk from the floor got to go up and conduct the band.
It's not so tough really - but it's satisfying none the less.
I'm an idiot. Let's move on shall we.
Our first bill arrived after two hours. 70 beers. Something like 600 euros.
Another shot of Wayne and I. Once again I'm not looking my best. Are we beginning to see a trend here people?
