Yesterday evening there was a cabaret show and dinner. It was an optional excursion and easily the most expensive. I decided to pass on it. Most excursion meals have been more drinking binges, and the actual food isn’t always that great. You have to draw the line somewhere.
I had doubts when the bus driver said it was the best of all the excursions.
I still did something. After the cabaret they were going to go to an Irish pub and have a farewell drink. It was even next door to the Moulin Rouge. I would have dinner elsewhere and then meet them at midnight.
That was the plan.
It was also the night the Irish team was in Paris for the world rugby match. It didn’t matter who won or lost, the bar was filled with drunk Irishman. Real authentic ones too. Imported direct from Ireland.
The bar was way too crowded for the Contiki people to have a farewell party. It was a wall of people. Some got in and went to the back. Others fled to another bar across the street (where they charge 7.70€ for a Coke. We were split up and I wasn’t having a good time.
I guess this proves the vacation hasn’t worked yet. I haven’t loosened up. One thing goes wrong and I just want to leave. We were on the other side of town so we had to leave in groups via cab. So I waited with all the drunk people, slowly getting cranky.
I didn’t get to bed until 4:30. After falling asleep, my drunk roommate, who for the first time had his own key, knocked to be let in and then snored loudly as he got to sleep and I didn’t.