And out the door of my hotel room, I went. I knew what I really needed now – a nice Irish breakfast with lots of tea. I knew something was missing though. Oh yeah, my mates. I knew it would be prudent to give them a call, they were my only way of getting home after all.
I stopped my electric wheelchair and reached for my phone. Now which one to ring. I decided on Ronan. He promptly answered .
“Hey.”
He sounded alert.
“Hey Ronan, just heading downstairs for a bite to eat. What are you up to?”
“I’m down here with Sean already. Sure we’ll see you in a min.”
“Excellent, see you then.”
I wasn’t sure it was but I had to say it. I knew a ribbing was coming.
I switched on the chair and made my way down. Sure enough, they were there waiting for me just inside the bar area. It was quiet. Wry smiles were etched on their faces.
Sean led the charge.
“Oh look who wants our company now. Are you sure we’re good enough? You couldn’t lose us quick enough last night.”
“That was different.” That was the best half-hearted defense I could muster.
“Oh, women before friends is it? Poor Ronan didn’t get a moment’s kip last night. From telling us you love us to dumping us cos of some skirt. At least tell us you got laid.”
“I did.”
“I guess it’s okay so. You could have brushed your hair though.”
They both laughed at my expense. Not that I minded once I knew some sausages and rashers were on the way.