Eddie could hear the voice of a young woman singing in Irish in the distance, the clatter of kids’ feet running over the asphalt pathways. Then, the smell of meat. Burgers to be precise. Just as well he had eaten or they would have had to stop. Mick motioned him this way and that way to avoid people coming in the opposite direction of which there were many.
“We are leaving the park now. What a crowd. I have never seen anything like it, the streets have been pedestrianized and they are clogged with people. The Annebrooke Hotel is here beside us. There is a canopy in front of it with an Irish trad band playing. Will we go in?”
“Yeah, sure why not? Sounds good.”
Slowly, they made their way under the canopy. People were bumping into them every second or two but that didn’t stop their slow progress forward.
“Here, there’s a table here. You defend the space, I’ll order the pints. The usual?”
“That’s right.”
Mick made everything so easy, there was telepathy between them by this stage. Automatically knowing to get him a Carlsberg. He really was spoiled, he thought to himself as he listened to the violins and banjos.
It didn’t take Mick long to return.
“They have loads of people working at the bar.
Three pints later they went inside to have their dinner up on the first floor. The windows were open and you could hear a cacophony of music and chatter from outside. It was a carvery, and Eddie made sure he got an extra helping of meat and potatoes.
Then they went to the next pub, Danny Byrnes, or as Mick calls it – “where the beautiful people work.”
They were only able to make it just inside the door but that was enough for Mick to do his magic and get more pints.
“So any talent here?”
“You have a one-track mind Eddie. There is, but they are all about twenty years too young for ya, given that you are now in your mid-forties.”
“Ah, don’t say that. There is life in the old dog yet!”
“Yeah, a bit too much.”
They stayed for a pint or two before going outside and making their way to Caffreys. Progress was glacial. Along, the way they paused to take in some Irish dancing that was taking place in the middle of the street. Eddie loved the clatter of the special shoes they wore against the tarmac. The energy of the dancers reverberated through the crowd.
On they continued, through Mount Street. Going backward at times, Eddie wondered when his thirst would be satiated. It was baking hot now.
Then Mick pulled him hard to the left and they were in the outdoor area of Caffreys. It was very busy and different groups of musicians were playing their music in each corner. Different people came up to say hello to them. Eddie was somewhat a local celebrity from his previous trips but it was difficult to have a good chat with anybody.
As the hours passed, it eventually became too much.
“I know just the spot for you Eddie – The Glush Bar.”
“Where’s that?”
“It’s a pop-up bar, that only exists during The Fleadh. Pretty sure it won’t be so crowded, giving you a chance to use your charm with the ladies.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?”
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