Friday, 22 June 2007

Whatever happened to the fish?

Galway - backpackers. In room is myself, Craig and 6 absolutely bloody huge and hairy men in mid-twenties that are, unfortunately for us, on binge-drinking trip of lifetime. First night we missed out on all the fun as slept at Nolita's parents house - but gathered upon arrival that roomies might have had a biggie... Bottles, clothes and cigarette ash present all over room, including my bed (where surprisingly also found someones one-day contacts which threw on floor in fit of rage). Managed to sort out beds and be on our way for the day. Had witnessed scary men get head start on drinking in morning, and knew they were about to spend rest of day and night at pub. We got back to go to bed (as tired and hungover) around 9pm - only to realise that men had stopped by hostel in between pubs, to deposit two goldfish in bathroom sink. FISH. SWIMMING. IN. SINK.

No other room available, and fish alive in sink. Craig thought scary dudes might DRINK the fish upon return later at night. Do not know that this was intention, they did not do it anyway - fish still alive and well when we departed in morning. This leads to my question; Whatever happened to the fish?

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