“Everybody!”
“We’re all going on a Skiing holiday
Snowboarding, Skiing and the Apres-ski
We’re all going on a Skiing holiday
Vodka Jelly shots and Ice-cream too!”
Ah, Boardsitania! There really was nowhere quite like it. In fact, there were very few people who even knew it existed. But all it took was one person to enter a CafeBook competition for an all expenses paid skiing trip to the remote island for a lucky bunch of Irish people and all of a sudden it was being shared by thousands. A handful of people selected at random by the Forum Games Travel Agency and away they went. But to where…..
Most went on to Kiwipedia as their first port of call, but none could find a page even so much as mentioning Boardsitania. A few checked out the airlines to see if any airline flew into it and none could find any answer, a couple of hardcore internet detectives even went on to Moogle Dearth and could find nothing and yet, curiously, they remained undeterred to enjoy their prizes to their fullest extent.
A few days later, everyone got letters in the post (Like who still uses post these days!).
A brochure showing an artist's impression of Boardsitania, an itinerary detailing everything they would need right up the clothing they should pack and full details of the travel plans they would all undertake. Amazingly, everyone who entered the competition was free on the dates given for their time of travel. It was going to be an incredible 2 weeks!
Rikand, Necro and Kolido were 3 friends who knew each other well. Somehow they had all won tickets on the competition and arrived at Dublin Airport on a cold Saturday November evening. Their flight wasn’t until 7 am the next morning, but the lads being the lads were hitting the airport bar, determined to blow at least half their budget on pints before they even stepped foot on the plane.
“€7.45 a pint?”, exclaimed Necro. “Half my budget is going to be gone before 9 o’clock….. and I’ll be bladdered!”
9 o’clock came and went and the lads were surprisingly fresh. They drank and they drank and they sang and they sang.
“Oh you can fly far and wide
You can drink side by side
But you’ll never find a gaff so sweet
As the one that’s down on Harcourt street
Don’t you drink their fancy ales,
Don’t you eat their salted snacks,
It’s the place where the shift is always waiting for you.
The palace named Copper Face Jacks!”
They gathered up a posse and before you know it, their group of 3 was a group of 20 and growing. Midnight came and went and the booze never stopped flowing. Strangers became friends for life that night. It was one of those nights that everyone would remember forever and when sleep finally arrived, everyone slept well.
That was until 2 hours later when Airport staff started to give people their 5 am wake-up calls. Kolido woke up rubbing his eyes and holding his head. He almost started to groan before he realized….. he wasn’t hungover. How was he not hungover? In fact, not one hangover was reported by anyone who lay in departures. The posse they formed the night before now numbered more than 30 and every single one of them fell in the same departures area. A TV flashed to life in the corner above a checking desk.
‘Boardsitania’
Everyone smiled, laughed, cried.
IT IS STILL NIGHT. DO NOT POST!!!!
