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| Cole, not having a happy birthday. With birthday banner |
For Cole’s birthday yesterday, the band made a little banner installation in our van. It said, “Welcome to Earth, Cole!” Unfortunately, the city of Galway had conspired to gloom all over the poor guy. Our guitarist was assailed by every kind of Cole kryptonite known to man: accordions, open string chords strummed on acoustic guitars, cold and rainy weather. To top it all off, Casiotone for the Painfully Alone happened to be playing a separate show in the upstairs room of the venue, Roisin Dubh, which seemed like it would be a birthday treat. Our fatal mistake was that we had forgotten that Casiotone’s specialty is making you feel PAINFULLY ALONE. Poor Cole finished the night spiraling into a miserable birthday sleep.
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| folk musicians turning Galway into Cole's private hell |
Fortunately, I escaped the Casiotone room before his sorrow potion had taken its full effect. I wandered back to the dance floor, where I, at last, encountered my first hookup of the High Life tour. I kept trying to tell her nice things like, “you’re so pretty” and “you’re the only girl I've done this with all tour” but she would only wrinkle her nose and mimic my words back to me in a mocking tone. “What? You don’t like when boys compliment you?” I asked. “Not when they’re liars!” she shot back. This Galway girl was convinced that I'm with a different girl every night. It was the strangest dynamic for a hookup. Kinda cute, in a way, but awfully strange.
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