Kanye west mayhem

I have been a Kanye West fans for ages now and when i heard that he had a concert coming up I had to get tickets within two days, even though i am a typical poor student with no money, I had to make an exception. I meet my friend Aisling, who I was going to the concert with, in the city centre. My sister was in Dublin getting her hair done for her Christmas party that night and so we had to wait almost three hours before we got to her house. On the way we stopped at the off licence to get some drinks as we knew it would be almost impossible to get near the bar at the concert and even if we did get near it, the only thing to buy would be the usual watery beer in plastic cups.


When we arrived at my sisters house, it was almost eight o clock. The gates opened at seven and we were not ready. Panic set in. As my sister frantically rushed out the door to her party, she left us with one taxi number and the address of her house. We immediately called the taxi number but the taxi company couldn't make it until another fourty minutes. Disaster.

Things went from bad to worse, as we rang directory inquiries for at least ten other taxi numbers the delay seemed to get longer and within a space of five minutes, the waiting list had gone from fourty minutes to over an hour.

We ventured out into the stormy night armed with umbrella's and a backpack of drinks for the night in search of a bus stop. Eventually we found a bus one, but yes, more confusion, what side of the road are we suppose to be on. We flagged a taxi after a ten minute walk up the street and asked him to bring us to Burgh Quay, where the shuttle buses went from. I looked in my bag to find my purse but surprise surprise I had forgotten it back at the house. We got the taxi as far as Connelly station to the bank link, thank God Aisling had just enough money to pay for it. We crossed the road to the bank link, but it was out of order.
The walk from Talbot street to O'Connell street never seemed so long. Doesn't everyone know the saying 'the more hurry the less speed?'
Being typical culchies, we flagged a taxi on O'Connell Street and asked him to bring us to Burgh Quay. He looked at us strangely and asked if we were after having a long day. I never laughed so much when I found out where exactly it was, the other side of O'Connell bridge.
We eventually made it to the concert and only fifteen minutes late.