Flour Power

After going to The King’s Head two days in a row, yesterday I decided to go somewhere else for a change. After all, the idea is getting to know as many pubs as possible, and not going to the same ones every time.

The destination of choice was Coyotes, a place I had been curious about since I passed in front of it a few weeks ago and liked what I saw at the door. And Wednesday the drinks are cheaper – only €3.5! A bargain, I say!

Upon arrival we (two of my housemates decided to come with) were greeted with a queue – they were asking for everyone’s ID. This didn’t sound very good, because it probably meant that the crowd inside would be very young… so young that they really needed to check everyone trying to enter, to make sure no under-18s would be able to slip inside unnoticed. And my suspicions were right. We were probably the oldest people there (apart from the staff), and I felt like I was someone’s older brother, there to keep an eye on my sibling. And to make matters even worse, the music was terrible! So after one Guinness (in a plastic cup!!), we headed off to the next stop – The Living Room.

The Living Room is a pub with a small dance floor, that becomes somewhat nightclub-ish later at night. It’s a good alternative to the “pure” nightclubs, and the crowd is usually on my age range. The problem yesterday was that, apparently, it isn’t very nightclub-ish on Wednesdays, and since the gals insisted on getting some dancing done, we immediately left to our final, and longest, stop of the evening.

Which was Róisin Dubh. I had already been there a few times, and knew that at around 11pm (after the live performance of the day), a DJ goes on stage and the concert area turns into a dance floor. Yesterday was no exception, and after some time I was jumping around like crazy. The music there is not the mainstream stuff you find in nightclubs. It’s more of a rock genre, and yesterday’s playlist included Pixies, Franz Ferdinand, Beirut, Prodigy, The Chemical Brothers, Gomez, Nirvana and Blur. Great stuff! When I got home at 3am (yes, I had to get up at 7am to go to work…) my ears were still buzzing…

This episode helps proving that here in Galway there’s no such thing as only going out on the weekend. There’s plenty of animation every single day of the week (I didn’t even mention the queues to the nightclubs, but maybe that was Rag Week’s fault). The only problem is that I have to sleep every once in a while, and having to wake up every morning to go to work doesn’t help…