"Oh boy! Here comes the ..." a Galway Travel Page by LolaSanFrancisco

Continued from Ennis....

Leaving the shamelessly small town of Ennis early in the morning, gal pal Palie and I took a local bus to Galway Town. The hour and a half bus ride was made fun by my desire to embarrass Palie with my non-stop talking of how much I love the word F.U.C.K and “This one time, in band camp….”, turning her face shades of pink and red just to pass the time.

As we turned the corner along the bay of Galway and up the road I saw The Radisson Hotel that we were staying in for the next four days. It was right on the water and only a half block from the bus station and the center of town. I made a mental note that I could crawl back from any pub with no problems.

As we entered The Radisson I could see Palie was pleased. Thank god! The rooms were over the top, with views of the bay, big beds, and pay-per-view porn. But more then that, the hotel had a spa, swimming pool, sauna, outdoor hot tub and fitness center. And before I knew it, she was splashing around in the pool have a good ol’ time.

That night we made our way to the first pub we saw. Chatting like high school girls about nothing, we made are way inside the door and took a few steps in and stopped dead in our tracks. The preverbal record scratched and everyone stopped talking. That’s when I realized something wonderful and magical: 100 men and no women! Oh this was good.

Palie was horrified when I made a Tailhook connection as we saddled up to the bar and ordered a drink. To calm her nerves I assured her: “In San Francisco, a bar full of men is a gay bar.” The two men sitting next to us shook their heads and grumbled something under their breath. I took this as an opportunity to see what the small town folks of Ireland think about good ol’ man-loven. Bottom line: they were horrified.
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As I turned around to harass the town’s folk, I locked eyes on one of the world’s great beauties: dark hair, tall, blue eyes, shy, bashful, standing right next to me holding a beer with such comfort and ease I about threw my arms around him. I turned to him and asked: “What do you think? Is it a bad to be gay?” He just looked at the ground shyly, then shrugged his shoulders and peeked a look at me. Oh, this was cute. A young man blushing for me? Evil bubbled to the surface.

Many beers later, he was still beside me. Not saying anything, just standing there. At 12:30 PM the barkeep announced last call. At that I looked around to see who was playing the joke on me. Nope. Damn pubs close early. After a little foot stomping and whimpering, Little Dude offered to show me an “After Hours Club”. And off we went, just like that.

As we rounded the corner to a very hip looking place, the bouncers looked at Little Dude and said: “No. You’re not dressed to come in.” I looked at him and realized he was wearing some sort of Irish soccer lover shirt. It just registered as a neat graphic shirt. I thought he looked nice. He, however, was devastated.

I grabbed his hand and told him he looked awesome and where I come from they would have him up in the VIP room with that look. I guess this was something more then soothing because the next thing I knew I was holding hands like grade schoolers and being introduced like his girlfriend to friends he had on the street who where giving him a sort of heads up dude, good job look. As it started to rain we were sucking face and copping a feel. He hailed a cab and mostly pushed me in. Oh boy! Here comes the SEX!

As I was nuzzling into him, making out like a total tramp he farted. WHOLLY ***! The cab driver rolled all the windows down and I sat up, scooted over, folded my hands on my lap and looked out the window. That was that.

The driver pulled up in front of what must have been him mothers house. I looked over and said goodnite. This was met with some resistance but nevertheless it was over. As we pulled away I started howling with laughter! The driver was greatly amused and complimented me on my ability to handle the situation and dropped me off at the hotel.