Ok, here's a story for ya. We all know the discos here don't close... so it's no unusual thing to leave the bars at 7-8 am. It's quite normal. So, we went for coffee after the bars at like 8. Shelley passes out and I'm all hyped up and wanna go play. So at 8:30ish Rory and I decide to go to the park to play hurling. There was no one there besides a few old people. It was fun, didn't last long. When I'd had enough, I laid in the grass and woke up 3 hours later with tons of kids at recess hovering over me taking pictures and asking me all kinds of questions. How weird. Anyway, It was time to go home. I walked though our market and went to real bed. What a mess. It was so nice and sunny though and the grass was so soft....