An Irish Exit and a Spanish Exit

Last weekend (3/29-30) 50,000 motorcyclists descended upon the city of Jerez for the annual Gran Premio de España of MotoGP - an motorcyle race at the city´s racetrack which is one of the contests in the international MotoGP circuit. Motorcycles everywhere - all there to watch the race. There were only 30 racers actually in it. The only tickets left when I went looking to buy some were 60€ and 900€ - I decided not to buy the 60€ tickets because I couldn´t afford them and I decided not to buy the 900€ tickets because I couldn´t afford them.

I spent this past weekend (4/4-6) with friends in Sevilla. We all went to the beach yesterday, which was great. Usually when I go to the beach I´m working as a lifeguard. It was nice to relax. My friends told me, while we were sitting and taking in sun, that I had done an Irish exit the night before - we were all out and I went home without telling anyone. It was like this - the friends I was out with got into a conversation with someone I didn´t know. I didn´t want to disturb them. There were friends of friends next to us and the question was - Do I be sociable and introduce myself to the friends of my friends or do I just call it a night? It was 4 AM. I chose to call it a night and I thought that if I told my friends I might face some resistance. I freely admit that I was out until 4 AM. That´s how late people stay out here...and later - 6,7,8 AM. Whatever. Walking around at 4 AM is like walking around at 10 PM - there are still people everywhere. Anyway, the exact opposite happened the following night. I was out with friends again. We decided to go home but it turned out be complicated to do so. We left the club but were invited by a new friend for a drink in another club. We went, had the drink, said we were ready to go and were invited for another drink. By the end, the act of going home, or saying goodbye, or EXITING, took about an hour and a half - a Spanish Exit I suppose.