ManWeight

ChaunWeight

It all went down at Hannah’s favorite Irish pub in Rome. Picture this: A rugby match with Italy playing Ireland. They had the best seats in the bar. By best I mean right next to a group of hot boys, who were conveniently already drunk. Two tables became one as the two groups joined and seeing one became seeing double. Hannah decided that her “favorite leprechaun in the group was Carl...terrible name, amazing body, adorable accent.” We’ll call him ChaunWeight.

What better drink to drink with the Irish than Irish Car Bombs? And what better drink to get bombed with than Irish Car Bombs? The heavy drinking and heavy petting, eh I mean, dancing, led to heavy making out. At around 2:00 am, the bar was closing but this didn’t mean it was the end of the night for Hannah and hopefully not for ChaunWeight. What a fabulous idea...why not take little ChaunWeight home with her? (Maybe it was partly because he was barely 18). A firm arm tugging got him away from his group of friends. His friends calling after them "wait he doesn't know how to get back" Hannah thought to herself, "who cares about his friends…I'm gonna get some Irish weight."

Given the fact that ChaunWeight had been drinking since approximately 9:00 am, Hannah was ready for the possibility that she could encounter a wicked case of whiskey dick but she quickly learned …“never underestimate the drinking capacities of the Irish.” They did it until the sun came up and then some. The following day, Hannah courteously led him to a piazza to meet his friends because as they’d warned her, ChaunWeight wouldn’t remember the name of his hotel. As the two exchanged awkward conversation, Hannah commented on how drunk he was the night before. His response, while taking a sexy drag from their joint cigarette, and she quotes "Fuck, I still am.”