We're thirsty.

And frankly, we're sick of being told what to do all the time. Drink this. Eat that. Run here. Stretch there. Be nice to your sister. Don't drive on the railway tracks. Blahblahblah.

If you are too, then here's an offer you might be interested in: Lovestruck Does Drinks.

Every so often, we ghost-host laissez-faire drinks nights at a different bar in Dublin. Why ghost-hosting and laissez-faire, you ask? Because, mes petits chouchous, we won't make a big thing about being there. Or a small thing. We'll just... be. (It's terribly zen.) And because we don't roll up on the night, there's no entry fee, no RSVP, no nametags, no games, no rules, no banners, and no cringe.

Just the knowledge that a higher-than-average number of single people will be there on that particular night.

Simply mark your drinking hand with a discreet-yet-somehow-visible 'L', or just ask for a red straw with your drink (both entirely optional), turn up, drink, and enjoy the higher-than-average chance of some gorgeous Lovestrucker spotting your 'L' or red straw and chatting you up. (Or chatting up someone with an 'L' or a red straw, if you're feeling proactive.)

And the next one is just around the metaphorical time-corner:

So turn up. Bring a friend or five. They don't have to be a Lovestrucker. They don't even have to be single. Hell, they don't even have to be your friend. That's the beauty of this night, baby. It's all about drinking.