The war of the Buttons!

caveat: this has nothing to do with the film the war of the buttons

To start off this eventful night, me and my partner in crime *cue pink panther music* stopped on the lovely Grafton street to nosey about. Sitting in a bin was the mighty dwarf king balrog, or so we thought. Eyes play the meanest tricks and it turned out to be none other than 'Jimmy', a homeless, drug addict. Suddenly things were not so funny. The two of us being psychology students decide to psycho-analyse him and to save this poor guy from himself. All he wanted was tea, looking back we should have bought him a flask of tea rather than getting him a roll and wedges, but he was withering away so we wanted to fatten him up... for the kill.

Aghast you fiend i said, as i lept towards him, a'brandishing my sword. he snorted a loud snort and dived back into his kingdom of rubbish. Sorry im getting a little carried away. that didn't actually happen. moving on swiftly, we ended up in the delightful button factory, having the craic, dancing around, then at the corner of my eye i saw him...the bouncer as slippery as a bar of soap and as cunning as one too. He caught a hold of me like a conger eel, and not a small conger, a big mean one and led us to 'the back door' which turned out to be the front door, his genius apparent.

As we walked away from the button factory we were approached by three shifty looking fools who described themselves as members of the E street gang (not knowing that the E street band is actually Bruce Springsteen's famous quintuplet) with their white Nike Airs and their 'trakkie' bottoms. As they approached us, they began to dog whistle in a way which made me wish that i had brought my pepper spray with me! Alas, we ran around the corner only to find Dublin's finest and we thought we were safe, but we were deceived! as we passed their squad car, the garda in the passenger seat asked us for a kiss. Looking back, i wish i got sick on the car, but i didn't. Stay classy Andrea, stay classy. That concluded my night, i was asleep before i hit the bed, or in my case, the floor.

Dublin City 4, Andrea 0