GAA Crocaigh Pairc - Madness and my last 65 quid

So the last train home is at 9pm, which means I'll have to miss the second game for getting home; the double Bill In Croke Park. Of course it's 5am now, which means I'll have to find some way of entertaining myself between now and the first match at 17:15. I'd prefer to keep drinking, but I dunno if me and twenty quid can manage it between now and ****ing hours away. I don't know if I can manage it.

I've asked a few fellas out on dating sites. Asked them to go to a match with me. I'm just being selfish. I wanna go to a match, Someone said it'd just be me an 20,000 boggers screaming at a young fella to, "Break his legs!" I find myself thinking that many a night. But if it was in a controlled environment. Me and another 20,000 hang aters, and tanora drinkers, I think it could be something special.

I'd have to negotiate Dublin and all them junkies. At the strange hours it's a bit weird, when there's only shoppers out. Going to, Brown Thomas? Or Pennies? Or Arnotts? I dunno. It's only them and the scaldy folk. It's a scary place, the big shmoke. Lot's of people, more sub-prime mortgages than the eye can see, and a fierce whiff of young ambition and foreigner.

It's 5am, and I can get a train up to Dublin. And go see a match (unfortunately not the both of them.) I'll be sober as a judge which sounds awful. I've overcooked beef next to me, maybe I'll make a sandwich. And indulge in a pint (Guinness of course) at the right time. And see my first footie match on a Saturday.

Will it be a grand day out or should I just go to bed? I have no idea where Croke park is put I presume there's a Dort or Luas somewhere nearby.