Prohibition

Sitting in my turquoise dungeon of an office filled with horrific fluorescent light was not my preferred way to spend  a hangover. Listening to the rain patter off of the footpath outside, enraged drivers blowing each other off of the road and explaining the parking disc system to foreigners at least twenty times. All while nursing what I'm pretty sure is a broken hip.

Trés exciting.

Who would want to be one of the dozens soaking up the sun in the US, jetting off to festivals in Europe or planning adventures down under when you've got Cork Citay on your doorstep?! 

Slight sarcasm 

In all seriousness though, the city has succeeded in pleasantly surprising me every now and again with little treats such as last night's event in the Half Moon Theatre; Prohibition did not fail to impress. After a few failed attempts to win tickets we still thought it would be worth it to fork out the €8, get our gladrags on and hit the town. Friends arrived from the Wesht in what seemed to be a perfect Cork summer evening, pink skies, knackers in wife beaters peacefully sipping Carlsberg, a cold bottle of white wine made this all the better.

I slipped into my best teddy, plastic pearls and heels that have no grip whatsoever, in fact I think they do the opposite and encourage one to floor themselves. The Boy working his combover and braces scrubbed up very well, as did everyone at the event, it was really really impressive. Wine induced over confidence lead to what I can only imagine was a hilarious dancing performance. Nick Hollywood's amazing set really added to the night, as did cocktails, dancers and...cocktails. Perhaps one glass of wine too many was had but between  this horrific excuse for a summer, living in a shoebox and work, such a night was needed.

On another note, the Boy had a rather interesting afternoon roaming around St Ann's abandoned mental asylum with Sad Soul Circus while filming bits and bobs for his new music video, have a listen

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