Malley big trip to San Francisco
The Exodus
On dark morning at 4 o’clock in the morning I packed my bag, said my fairwells to my beloved family,hugs, kisses and waves. I said goodbye to my cat’s ears as would return only to see the cat look like an alien due to the yoke being a sun worshiper and developing skin cancer on his ears.but fuck, I got myself into gear. It was time to go to america viking style, drink their wine steel there gold and take there I arrived at the aircoach bustop to meet up with the san francisco J-1ers who are unreal craic by the way. glenn bolten had made pretentious plastic cards with all my information on it.Aisling ryan had a smile on her that you would blown up a thosand stars just lighten up her face to gaze upon it.Coco was still dreading his beloved football team Man United loss but was optmistic about his new venture to american. Kate was silent but you could see the excitment in her deep green eyes.Neil dorgan was already flying over the alantic,are first wave attack force, his mission to scope and talent and learn how the bart works. Luke gubbins was in gud cheer and could defeat shakira in a dance off without breaking a sweat. After quick bus jorney and checkng in and flying on a quick airlingus flight to london in the wrong direaction to are final destination. We arrived at heathrow and decided to get a few beers in prepartion for the long alantic jorney. As per usual we got proper student seats next to the jack’s with enough leg room as sadam hussain had when he was hiding in that hole to avoid capture.But I bursted a few movies into myself. I noticed in mechanic theres a lethal bird in it, that countered acted how shit it can be. When we went over IceLand and Greenland which was breathtaking from the air and made glenn all giddy and happy as elmo from the ssesame street. But Jesus fucking Mary and Joesph 11 hour flight is fucking long for some and lucky aisling and coco got bumped up to more elegant seats, oh how I envied them and they actually managed to get some sleep. I began my arrival in the states sweating my nervous ass off infront of immgration officer asking me questions because my brain was telling me a wrong answer could easily earn me a place in quantum bay and enduring a sauage sandwich (see kumor and harold escape from in quantum bay).after, to cool down I lifted a cargo container aka kate’s overweight bag full of bricks off the luguagr belt. Faithfull neil arrived with full of knowledge of how to get to the hotel and spotted a few honeys on the way. And before you can say typical Irish we hit a pub for some serious dranking.after a beautiful slumber in usa hostals and a all you can eat pancake buffet.We sent out to bernal heights,I arrived at the gaf about 11 or 12 and looked at how ureal it was,couldn’t ask for more and I sat on my throne as prince of san fransico.
The Mallinator
All the single ladies.
I cannot believe I thought having a brother, being a bit of a slob and somewhat low maintenance would prepare me for living with 5 boys. They started a poo diary and made me contribute to it when I was drunk (they threatened to make up a horrible entry!). They give warnings when they’re going to fart and consistently rate girls who pass. ‘Howaya’ being the nod of approval and silence marking disinterest. Although some are particularly heavy footed, enjoy the odd ‘that’s what she said’, have bouts of grumpiness, fussiness or enjoy sing -a-longs a bit too much, to be honest they are all lovely. Since we left for the airport I have consistently had the door the held open for me, my bags carried for me and ladies’ preference. I think I can look forward to 3 more months of gross but gentlemanly behavior.
<3 kate
Neilism #1:
Choosing a level of spice for chicken wings, from the options Mild, Medium, Hot, 911, 3 Mile Island:
“I’ll take the 9/11….oh shit no, the 911!
911, not 9/11….. I’m sorry.”
I need a dollar, dollar. Dollar is all I need!
So each day something productive needs to be done, today was ‘Trying to get a Job’. Fairly important for survival out here, and kind of daunting to be honest. Some of us are better than others as well. Example: I’m picky (for a couple of days at least before I come to my senses), Aisling on the other hand sees employment opportunities everywhere. She handed out CVs in every second shop, cafe, and restaurant we passed and was successful in being the first of the group to be offered trial days in a cool burger bar near Union Square, fair play.
After looking for jobs we headed towards Fishermans Wharf for our first sighting of Alcatraz Island and the noisy sea lions. We walked here from Embarcadero, which is pretty much in the Downtown area and about 20mins from the wharf. Basically we were wrecked from that, and trekking around the city all day, so we needed a few beers! Bit of food went down well too!
Myself and Malley continued on up through Fishermans Wharf afterwards to explore a bit and continue the job search, we’ll see how successful that was tomorrow hopefully, and we also managed to find a small beach and grassy area up by Girardelli Square (that’s where the old chocolate factory is). Malley was also delighted to discover the location of Hooters and that draught beer is only €2.50, I think the plan is to rendezvous there tomorrow afternoon!!
Not much more to report from today, apart from the fact we all have sore feet and are absolutely knackered! Also its 11pm now and folks are still filling out job applications! As Glenn just said ‘I thought we we’re supposed to be on holidays not slaving over paperwork!’
I’ll finish with an opposite to a Malleyism: As Glenn tries on a pair of sunglasses – ‘I don’t know Glenn, I don’t think they’re pretentious enough!’
Talk cha soon.
Mark
Malleyism #4:
Malley: “I hear the Cajuns make great food, I’ve never tried it.”
Neil: “Yeah, well like… you’ve tried Cajun Chicken right?
That’s Cajun, like.”
Malley: “Really?”
Neil: *blank stare*
Malley: “Nooo… You’re messing right?”
Malleyism #3:
Receptionist: “What’s your surname?”
Malley: “Malley… M-A-….Alley”
