The Irish Goodbye has always been one of my favorites moves, encouraged by the Cooney family since childhood. For those who don’t know, the Irish Goodbye is the act of leaving without saying goodbye to friends or family, usually used at bars or big family gatherings when you’re intoxicated and don’t want to deal with saying goodbye to a bunch of people.
The Irish Goodbye has been the only way I leave any social situation here, and considering that I’m living at a camp with 50 other people, I Irish Goodbye all day long. A lot of people feel the need to announce to the common area when they are going to sleep or leaving, wishing everyone a “goodnight!” to signify their departure. Not me, not ever. No one realizes I’m gone until I’ve already been asleep for an hour. I Irish Goodbye drinking nights, meals, chores, lectures, all of it. There are simply too many people that I would have to say bye to. And with this many people, a departure pretty much goes unnoticed until someone comes up to me the following day saying “hey I got up to get a beer last night and I came back and you were gone”. That’s the business of Irish Goodbyes baby.
Half-Seas Over 
I love the Irish good bye, in fact I might have invented it. So good….. simply disappear into the wallpaper. A great way to split without telling lies like dinner was great, or good seeing you after all these years, or your kids are beautiful. All the while kissing so many cheeks you have to do an immediate refill on the chap-stick….. YUCK! Nice Work Here Gert!
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