Get yourself to the Mclub...find yourself a...a....hmm?

Exams (for dosers subjects in Queens) are over and thus party time has begun all round. Despite my long standing stereotype of Mclub being Northern Ireland's equivalent to a cowboy convention it has never provided a bad night out. In fact, it is always the opposite. With the prospect of preswal at 71c-Mclub-Rain- Subway, it was inevitably going to be a good night.

"71c. 8pm. Pre-Swal. Be there". This was the text sent round the usual hallions with a disappointing reply from one such Gina McCune and Jacinta Connolly both of whom were still being boring and studying (they unluckily still have exams). The swal consisted of Cravis, Steph and two unbelievably drunk boys from Holywood, Andy Boal and Eoin Donnelly. The antics of these boys has led me to reconsider my friendship with them(JK) as Mr Boal fired our souvenir road sign into the neighbours garden...two houses away and all toilet rules broken i.e. a mass clean up was needed involving a complete change of outfit.

When everyone had become appropriately liqueured the Mclub was hit. We may have left slightly early thinking there would be a queue however this was unnecessary as when we walked in there were more barmen than partiers. It should be stated that this at no point is a bad thing and the only person to think otherwise would be the banker. The cheesiest music in the world was blasting...AND WE LOVED IT! When you get hit with that amount of cheese you can do nothing but run to the dance flo and that is what was done. On one such groovey train to the flo we found our English comarades, who despite being English know how to have bant. We were honoured that Stu-Roy had taken a night off dungeons and dragons to come party, although his failure to come to Rain sets questions on this matter. Other unexpected clubbers were the white equivalent Tiger Woods' (Jack and Zach) from the golf club and the Nixon twins who unbelievably seemed to be enjoying the music as much as the usuals.

Rain is always a good call. These are the words that everyone normally regrets the next morning. Eoin had been lost in Mclub due to an unforseen WKD/ Bouncer incident but Andy managed to re-emerge for an extra bant session. While Crilly had been lost upstairs for the guts of 45 mins a keen game of dares was taking hold of the beer garden. The conclusion to this is that Ben Reece does in fact have balls and is not affraid to use them (particularly on the same sex) ;). Tuesday was clearly the night everyone took off facebook as we literally ran into Killian and Rowan both off whom we haven't seen since they got evicted from Malone Ave a couple of months ago along with Dale and Kathy (pretty sure they are stalking me...I see them everywhere I go).

Subway. Well this basically consisted of multpile footlongs and and interesting Crilly/ Steph 6" face-off which can be laughed at now but at the time was not so funny. One thing was also clear -no one was coming back to 71. Not even if they were extremily quiet (Hannah had an exam the next morining). This conversation on a party at ours lasted 33 minutes with the same answer everytime resulting in a trusting AA DIzzle lift home and Crilly continuing the party in Dunmurray with Steph. Thinking of this all now I can't even understand how this was decided...it must have been a funny conversation to be eavsedropping in on anyway.

Tuesday night is THEE night. Everyone and their dog was out. I am almost hoping to re-enact it next week as the bant was in full flow. Sadly this may not happen. The English boys visas run out pretty soon I doubt they will show. Sure there is always next year lads. I am however thinking that Filthy McNasties needs a hit pretty soon but this will definately require a complete vintage look makeover... unlike mclub...

xox

FORE!

Golf and my family go hand in hand. At one time or another my whole family have played golf. My Granda never fails to remind us of his golfing days, My Granny taught me everything I know about the club etiquette, My dad enjoys the game(realistically his only form of sanity). This has led to all of the Davis girls being enlisted in the golf club. Bronagh was the let down. She is the one publically claiming that she hates golf whereas the rest of us just go with the flow. This year however is my year. I am making a comeback....actually realistically probably just my entrance. I am convinced I will definately play properly.

This IS my year. But I need to get way better and that just means practice. I needed to get myself a team. I called upon Sarah Boal and Fiona Sullivan to be my trusty companions. We decided, after a long time of talking about it, that Sunday was the day. A Sunday, it was literally a day of Sun and the heat was around a million degrees. So we arrive at Blackwood looking so cool with the golf clubs hanging out the back of Sarah's ginger mini convertable. The three of us kitted out right from the collared t-shirts down to the white glove. This was probably the only point at which we felt like true professional golfers.

Not much proper practicing was done but it was full of bant. The last time Sarah and I went golfing, 18 holes at a par 3 took 4 1/2 hours. At this point in my blog my granny would probably have a heart attack in hearing this due to her strict "You are behind the people infront, not infront of the people behind" policy. This time, despite there being three off us, we were determined to get round faster. This did happen but only because we played 9 holes. Most of the time was spent finding lost golf balls and my attempt on teaching Sully with what my minimal knowledge would let me.

Sully was a prodigy. Now when I say this, I am not talking about a golfing prodigy I am talking cricket prodigy. Despite all references made to Happy Gilmore such as, "It's all in the hips" and "Just tap it in" she still came out looking more like Freddie Flintoff than Tiger Woods. This would led me to believe that she has in fact missed her vocation and should immediately give up teaching and buy herself some white knitwear to fit in with her (soon to be) posh friends.

Blackwood were glad to see us leave. It is definately not the last time we will be there but next time we ARE playing 18. Until then we shall be "practicing" in ballyholme pitch and putt to practice our short game. I will however be tweeking this story slightly for any family member who asks how my golf is going. As far as they will be concerned Sarah and Sully play off single figures and we flew round the course due to our fantastic, consistent form on the course ;)...ah who am I kidding they all know I'm rubbish anyway.

xox

Clutter Chaos

Growing up with four sisters is bant at times. However, each one is more stubborn than the last. And my Dad. Well, he is the most stubborn man in the world (he even changed the password on the lappy so I couldn't go on Facebook. This backfired as the new one happens to be my spotify password! LOL!) This background information is important for the rest of this story.

Mum works in exhibitions. This takes her all round the world to such destinations as Dubai, Brussels, Dallas and the most recent Aberdeen. The one thing Mum expects when she comes home is a tidy house. To many, this would not be a big deal but one thing I must also mention is that the house did not begin tidy when she left, and in the past 4 months my sister Laura has found a new love for bring and buy sales. CLUTTER.com.

I took it upon myself (as I have mentioned my family are stubborn and my sisters are lazy) to de-clutter the Davis abode. I had no mercy. I came equipted with reinforced black bin liners and a spotify playlist to kill. Among the junk that I found, there were some pretty funny old items that deserve some recognition. For one some seriously bad pictures of my sister....I mean they are probably the funniest things I have ever seen with the whole bowl haircut/ Mitchelin man thing she has going on. I also found the log book that we had to keep in the run up to my First Holy Communion. One particular exercise was to state a time when you have been kind at home. I quote, "I am kind to my Mummy and my Daddy when I go and get them a beer from the fridge". This statement will either come as hilarious to you or you will think that I have alcoholic parents. Personally, knowing my Mum and Dad are not alcoholics I found it hilarious. It also explains the whole Catholic guilt thing. "Rachel, what is the next sacrament you have to receive?... well don't forget...God is watching you".

The tidying was eventually completed. Needless to say when I was done with that house, (being as stubborn as the rest of my family) it was completely de-cluttered and the place was well and beyond Mum's high standard. However, this was definately not a wasted day. Bronagh will never ever live down these photos or the threat that I may post them on facebook. And the rents... well I reckon it is there turn to pay me back and get me a beer from the fridge after that days work.

Student Summer...Ooo baby!

Going to Jtown definately(despite what all you Queen's snobs believe) has its advatages.

1.Summer Begins before Queens even start their exams
2. ULSTER RUGBY TEAM
3. We know how to party
4. Did I mention... ULSTER RUGBY TEAM!

After the procrastination weeks leading up to exams, the tests finally arrived to slap me in the face. Within my varied friend group we had the "Panic"ers, the "Fuck it"ers and the "Please let me have revised the right crap"ers. This resulted in a very interesting cramming sesh an hour before. The sesh led to me demanding for Jenna to stop talking as she was moving me from the "Please let me have revised the right crap"er's to the "Panic"ers further flowing into the "Fuck it"er's (with an added "It's summer in 3 hours").

The long walk to the exam made for an interesting journey. Mid the pre-exam routine of toilet, pencil case, ID card they were spotted. The Ulster rugby team. After hearing all year that the team train in the mighty Jtown, they had impectable timing. They managed to give every female student and lecterer within the vacinity a mild (and in Jenna's case major) heart attack. With such hotties as Andy Trimble and Niall O'Connor in tight white tshirts with their sculpted arms and chiseled faces you can imagine that any concentration that had manifested itself was now well and truely in shreds. It is therefore not going to be a surprise when every female participant of the Fundamentals of Management module scores a BIG. FAT. ZERO.

Summer has begun and was officially greeted with a "Here lad, took you long in enough to arrive!" . The exam did end and it was straight to the union (with a slight detour in an attempt to spot any linguring rugby boys)for and extremely overpriced alcoholic beverage. This just set the tone for the rest of the night. Thinking it would be funny, school theme in Parlour was on the cards, starting at 71c for the preswal. The "creative and innovative" spirit of the soon to be Marketers of the future led to the hula-hoops being used for a brilliant new drinking game, inevitably leading to 4 merry school girls reporting for duty. The night progressed as most of us digressed however most still managed to make it to Thompsons for further "O Baby its Summer!" loving. It is debated however as to how much of a good idea this may have been. Thompsons point of view- MAJOR boost in sales, Every marketer's morning after head- DEFINATELY A BAD BAD IDEA.

Summer has officially kicked off. It is literally unbelievable to think that first year has actually finished. I forecast that this summer is going to be the best yet. Many places are definately getting torn up within the next four months. To name a few: The obivous Half Price Wine Night(HPWN)- Bangor, Sense- Cookstown, Shennanigans-Portstewart, Kellys-Portrush, Somewhere in Donegal, Liverpool, Turkey and France. My only hope now is that the loan holds up for all this...

xox

Blig Blag Blog

Well this is a world pretty much the same as facebook... only status' can actually be paragraphs! I was introduced to the wonderful life of a blogger firstly by fellow surfer Gina McCune and then further bullied into it by flatemate/surfer and very bad influence Rachael Crilly. After many failed attempts of starting this bad boy up I finally started it...first day of summer 2k10 seems like a pretty good place to start documenting the adventure. Wish me luck...


...on seconds thoughts I'm going to wish you luck :D
xox