Is that smoke? It took me a moment to orient myself. The questionable mix of cider and Guinness hummed gently throughout my body. I felt a few beats behind the world, still caught up in the warmth of Christmas lights and trad music. Jesus! It looks like it's near our hostel.
I joined my friend…
I was splayed between gravestones, with multiple jackets strewn across the grass. Like most men I've encountered, Galway Guy was bending my body in ways that it simply does not bend – not everyone has gotten into the yoga phenomenon. I was shivering as dew seeped through one of his many jackets and onto the…
“Quiet now, Samantha has something she’s going to share with us”.
Every eye in the room turns toward me: the outsider lurking in the entrance.
Standing in this doorway, looking out over a tightly packed room of musicians and appreciators, I realise how much I’ve been taught to be overly modest and not share my…