Irish goodbye

By A Basque in Boise January 31, 2013 Chico, Memories, Random No Comments

In the end, Mike decided he wouldn’t see off our friends after a long night of partying in Ortuella.

Basque people can’t just say bye and leave, no. Regardless what time of the night you want to call it quits you’re going to get a bunch of shit for leaving early, plus there is always the last bar before you go home, dude. Add to that being American, and imagine the crap Mike had to hear every time he wanted to go. So one New Year’s Eve he simply got up and left. My friends didn’t get it and quite honestly, I didn’t like it either. People get worried when a member of the pack disappears without notice. The next day we all laughed about it, though. Mike was rested and we shared with him all the fun stories he’d missed after his departure.

Last year, I went out with the girls in downtown Boise. I hit a wall at 1 am even though we were at my favorite dance club. I thought about all the questions I’d have to answer if I said bye and honestly, I was so tired I just couldn’t face them. So I pulled a Mike. I left and, once I figured I was a safe distance from my friends, you know, like driving home on the connector, I sent a WhatsApp to let them know I was ok. I felt bad leaving like that because I knew I let them down. Luckily, the next day my friends forgave me, I was rested, and in a great mood.

No explanations. Maybe that’s really the way to go.

In the end, Mike decided he wouldn’t see off our friends after a long night of partying in Ortuella.

Basque people can’t just say bye and leave, no. Regardless of what time of the night you want to call it quits you’re going to get a bunch of shit for leaving early, plus there is always the last bar before you go home, dude. Add to that being American, and imagine the crap Mike had to hear every time he wanted to go. So one New Year’s Eve he simply got up and left. My friends didn’t get it and quite honestly, I didn’t like it either. People get worried when a member of the pack disappears without notice. The next day we all laughed about it, though, and we shared with him all the fun stories he’d missed after his departure.

Last year, I went out with the girls in downtown Boise. I hit a wall at around one in the morning, even though we were at my favorite dance club. I thought about all the questions I’d have to answer if I said bye and honestly, I was so tired I just couldn’t face them. So I pulled a Mike. I left and, once I figured I was at a safe distance from my friends, you know, like driving home on the connector, I sent them a WhatsApp to let them know I was ok. I still felt bad for leaving like that, though. Luckily, the next day my friends forgave me, I was rested, and in a great mood.

Irish goodbye. Maybe that’s really the way to go.