We rocked through our twenties with always some party or free house we just had to go to, clinging on to clubbing and pubbing all through our thirties, it wasn’t until a couple of stops past the forties did any sign of a social slow down appear.
Many laughs were had over the years with shorts and shades parties, gigs in The Point, Bowie, The The, James Brown and the B52’s, world cup mania, boogie buses in the snow, slane castle, rugby, trad nights, poker nights you name it if there was fun to be had we gave it a go. A great complaint.
But the ever-ready batteries don’t work as well any more and going out two nights in a row takes me the best part of a week to get over. Sorry to have to break it to you for those that think my life is just one big party it’s probably quieter than yours, I am now a social lightweight.
To make me feel even older about it, the pub life in Westport is a thriving hum of activity. There are the usual ‘young’ pubs full with hens and stags and loud music you expect in a country town but of the 58 pubs (yes 58 bars) in Westport the rest of them are filled with people of all ages.
For three weekends in a row I have been put to shame by having to go home early leaving pubs full of locals in their 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and 80’s enjoying Saturday night out. A 93 year old man nodded goodbye to me as I slunk out the door at 12 midnight to go home. He was still enjoying the music and had put on his special tapping shoes as he does for every Saturday night in Hobans while he listens to the locals singing or playing oirish music.
A couple of weeks ago we sat beside a couple in their sixties who had cycled from Galway for the weekend for something different to do. They were happily downing pints of cider. Inadequate was a word that sprang to mind as I left to get a taxi home before the rush….
Maybe there will be future studies done of the Mayo elderly social scene, I wouldn’t be surprised. I’m convinced the locals have a secret remedy of eternal energy. Could it be the ‘blessed water from Croagh Patrick’, or just a love of Guinness?