Dublin can't handle this many drunk nerds
UPDATE: Good Jesus, but I've just listened to Jett Loe's podcast (Right click, Save as) for the event and I've almost pissed my pants. The highlight was Fiona calling poor Richard Waghorne a wingnut. That Girl wants a man too, preferably one that's breathing. Fast forward to 39 minutes to hear the coverage live from the event. Get photos here and video here.
Last night's shenanigans deserve a much better post than the one I conjured up while drunk.
Luckily, I'd met some bloggers before last night's awards. I'd been there, done that, worn the t-shirt. Wearing the nametag, no matter how much it induced cringe, helped many to come up and say hello.
Starting at the Cellar Bar, I joined a group of bloggers who were already wetting their lips with Cosmos. Stand-up comedian and blogger Jett Loe was in fine form, podcasting on the fly.
We were joined by JL Pagano (who I didn't get to chat to), Karen, Beth, Red Mum, Gavin and others for the pre-awards libations.
Treasa and That Girl were adamant that I was to be an honourary girl for the night and my "gender post" got a mention.
On to the Alexander and I was joined by my fellow In Fact, Ahers. Thanks to the name tag, we got chatting to Sarah Carey whose hair was looking absolutely fabulous.
Twenty sent his consort who is called 19 to collect his awards. Rymus was robbed, That Girl grabbed two framed awards, Ricochet played a stormer, In Fact, Ah lost out in the Group award to at least 30 TCAL guys and Sarah Carey started spitting at the stage when she failed to snatch the Best Personal (not really). Fiona Delondras and Elisabeth Bond clashed, people started chanting "Mulley for President" and In Fact, Ah were drinking G&Ts at an unnatural rate to console ourselves with our failure. As an aside, I thought it would have been a coup to have had Sligo Aine to come and make an appearance. Though she did flash up on the wall a few times throughout the night.
After the awards, the plan was to head back to the Merrion. But not before Sinead Gleeson dragged me to Abrakebabra.
Was delighted to meet the now defunct Alive in Limerick too. He's taking a break from blogging, but I'm sure he'll be back soon. Enjoyed meeting John from Fústar and John Breslin from Cloudlands.
After we drank the taps dry, Gavin urged the herd to move to a new trough. We attempted to get into Café en Seine but the queue was insufferable. Ploughed on towards Reynards with Caitriona, Fústar, Rymus, Dick and Diana, the guys from DL and Tom Raftery. Unfortunately, Reynards decided to deny Kevin and Micheal entry with their over-21 policy.
Playing wingman for Gavin didn't reap any rewards so I very drunkenly heard my leaba calling me. Too much fun for one night. Next year, I think the awards should come to me in London. Anyone?
Published by Colm.
Last night's shenanigans deserve a much better post than the one I conjured up while drunk.
Luckily, I'd met some bloggers before last night's awards. I'd been there, done that, worn the t-shirt. Wearing the nametag, no matter how much it induced cringe, helped many to come up and say hello.
Starting at the Cellar Bar, I joined a group of bloggers who were already wetting their lips with Cosmos. Stand-up comedian and blogger Jett Loe was in fine form, podcasting on the fly.
We were joined by JL Pagano (who I didn't get to chat to), Karen, Beth, Red Mum, Gavin and others for the pre-awards libations.
Treasa and That Girl were adamant that I was to be an honourary girl for the night and my "gender post" got a mention.
On to the Alexander and I was joined by my fellow In Fact, Ahers. Thanks to the name tag, we got chatting to Sarah Carey whose hair was looking absolutely fabulous.
Twenty sent his consort who is called 19 to collect his awards. Rymus was robbed, That Girl grabbed two framed awards, Ricochet played a stormer, In Fact, Ah lost out in the Group award to at least 30 TCAL guys and Sarah Carey started spitting at the stage when she failed to snatch the Best Personal (not really). Fiona Delondras and Elisabeth Bond clashed, people started chanting "Mulley for President" and In Fact, Ah were drinking G&Ts at an unnatural rate to console ourselves with our failure. As an aside, I thought it would have been a coup to have had Sligo Aine to come and make an appearance. Though she did flash up on the wall a few times throughout the night.
After the awards, the plan was to head back to the Merrion. But not before Sinead Gleeson dragged me to Abrakebabra.
Was delighted to meet the now defunct Alive in Limerick too. He's taking a break from blogging, but I'm sure he'll be back soon. Enjoyed meeting John from Fústar and John Breslin from Cloudlands.
After we drank the taps dry, Gavin urged the herd to move to a new trough. We attempted to get into Café en Seine but the queue was insufferable. Ploughed on towards Reynards with Caitriona, Fústar, Rymus, Dick and Diana, the guys from DL and Tom Raftery. Unfortunately, Reynards decided to deny Kevin and Micheal entry with their over-21 policy.
The replacement Fústar photo
Playing wingman for Gavin didn't reap any rewards so I very drunkenly heard my leaba calling me. Too much fun for one night. Next year, I think the awards should come to me in London. Anyone?
Published by Colm.
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