| Dub Crawl 2009 Well, what a night we certainly had! The antics began in the Eliz rooms at 8:00 as planned (for a change!) where there plentiful amounts of mince pies and mulled wine to be had. But despite having stocked up on supplies, it wasn't long before the alcohol levels started to run low. We were saved though by the selfless efforts of our webmaster and PRents officer who rushed into the night to purchase some "expensive" wine and many cans. Clearly a classy night awaited us. Around the 9:30 mark we set off on our merry way towards O'Neills where the rule was to order a red drink. Slight disappointment met us when we found out that they didn't stock most of what we needed. With that, the majority of us settled for a Bulmers and joined in with some of the sing-song that was there. Next stop was the Bankers where the rule was yet another simple one: something you've never had. This invited many of our crawlers to taste some of the pubs more fancy cocktails and liqueurs. After some walking we arrived at the Market bar who were unfortunately taking last orders. Much debate followed before the final rule was decided: a spirit (Spirit of Jesus anyone?). By this time most pubs had started to call it quits so we figured that the night should be finished up in Tripod, probably cuz it was the first club we found! Those of us who stayed on, including yours truely, ended up having a blast. Not quite the way we expected it to end, but it was an enjoyable ending to a fun night nonetheless. |
New Website is up and running Finally, after a long wait the DUPSS website has been updated thanks to the tireless efforts of our webmaster. There's probably gonna be a few changes made to it over the next short while until it's fully updated. You can imagine that after about 2 years without updates that there's a lot of stuff to get done, so bare with us! In the meantime, you can check out the facebook page. |
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Cathal's fall from grace
On January 21st 2010, a date which live in infamy, Cathal Hastings was suddenly and deliberately hammered at someone elses party.
Our PRents officer Philip turned 19 that day and planned a rambunctious soirée to celebrate. As all first years have no concept of deadlines, 9 O'Clock starts or exams, they go totally mental at any given oppertunity. That night was no exception. Trinity halls was the setting where flatmates, housemates and a couple of DUPSS comittee members endulged in a different variety of predrinking, involving green absinthe and the mystery that was the fatfrog deathmix.
Once everyone was sufficiently liquored up, the long and arduous journey commenced. This point would be that last one as Cathal lost consciousness, short term memory and the strength of his legs soon after. Philip managed to prop him up behind the luas driver, who was promptly and constantly insulted by what used to be an innocent chap. Upon arriving at Harcourt, things had gone from worse to "Oh jaysus": Cathal (remember, it wasn't even HIS night out!) looked much paler than usual and when Philip grew tired of carrying him, he barfed all over himself, Philip and the inside of the Luas with the door wide open! As he lay in a pile of vomit and continued to throw up, the situation was as follows: the driver was repulsed, the whole tram had to be put out of service and Cathal was void of a ticket the entire time!!!
Even the worst off of us would realise at this point that the night's totally finished; the lads were no different. And any of us who's been in a bad state will know how hard it can be to get a taxi. Once again the lads were no different and spent the next age looking for someone who was willing to bring two puke soaked fellas home. You'd think that on the middle of a recession they'd refuse no one! Well lady luck was eventually on their side: They finally found someone but made it home under one condition: that they spent the whole journey sitting on newspaper. It wasn't long before Cathal needed to get sick again, which sparked the best of all ideas: Philip forcibly holding his head out of the window as he sprayed the roads aun healthy shade of (presumabely) green! With Cathal safely in bed being babysat by his room mate (again), Philip changed and made his way back to the button factory where he celebrated his birthday by getting with a fat chick.
It should also be noted that Cathal's mam was phoned a several times during the night and no doubt pictured everything as it happened! In summary: We're getting him wasted at his birthday!!!!!!!
Unfortunately, no photographic evidence exists of this, but those who missed it were treated to round two during Cathal's 18th. In summary, a hazy night was followed by a room full of the local supply of Irish Times for Rathmines. Smooth move lads!!!