For those who doens't know what Cork is like on a Sunday night, I'm telling u, it's quiet and empty... So when this crazy guy was following us, we picked up our pace and walk straight on. We walked even faster when we heard footsteps getting closer. Then we realized it was another girl walking alone so fast and basically we were having a walk-aton race between the 4 us.. because the drunk was just a few steps behind. We were so scared that we started running because he was so close, then he shouted, "Sh*t!!".
My friend's theory was he wanted money from us to buy more booze. We were almost saved when he wanted to cross to the other side when he saw a couple walking towards the other way, but he almost got hit by a car and decided to stick to our side of the road and keep on following and shouting! That's when we started to run as fast as we could and steered our way into Farranlea Hall (student's accommodation). Thank God the gate was open, when it is usually not. We ran up one flight of stairs and stayed there panting. One of us almost tripped TWICE! =P
So we stayed there for quite some time trying to get hold of some guy friends who are willing to save our day. David, our hero! He walked us home and we're safe and sound at home now.
The moral of the story is: DON'T COME HOME LATE, GIRLS!!!!
These pictures have nothing to do with the story.. Hmm, well.. Hopefully the calories were burnt when we ran.. ha ha ha
Comfort food... yum2~!!