Sunday, March 18, 2007
I am never drinking again.
No, wait, let me rephrase that: I am never drinking without regularly interspersing water between beers again.
We went out for St. Paddy's Day last night. One of the articling students got us tickets to a pub in town that had an Irish band playing AND had performances by Irish dancers! I mean, does it get any more authentic? So off we cabbed it to the bar.
Well.
The place was completely packed and decked out in green, and did boast one authentic Irish person who had apparently come over from Dublin 2 1/2 months ago. Why you would leave Dublin to come to Sudbury I have no idea, but there he was. In a 3-foot tall green top hat and a sparkly green vest with the words "World's Tallest Leprechaun" bedazzled on the back.
We had to go in two cabs, so we girls went in one, and the guys came in a second - AFTER the end of some apparently very important hockey game. So we were waiting at the bar for the guys, drinks in hand, and Bridget (MOFIS (tm)) says "Well, let's go cruising for hot chicks then!" There was a couple standing behind her, and they both practically gave themselves whiplash turning to goggle at us. The girl stage-whispers to her boyfriend "OMG! I think they're LESBIANS!", they stare at us for a few seconds, and then the leave. Because you DEFINITELY don't want to catch the LESBIANISM, people!
Gosh, this town endears itself to me more and more every time I go out and mingle with its folk.
The Irish dancers were all teenaged girls in extremely small dresses (the dance floor was ringed with middle-aged guys with their tongues out, charming), and they danced to some traditional Irish songs, Home For a Rest and Pump Up the Jam.
I'm not even kidding you.
I feel kind of bad for the teacher, who was obviously trying to be all "hip" and "with it" by choreographing a dance for her girls to a song that was popular when I was in Junior High.
Only one of us got kicked out of the bar, and apparently it was because he "fell asleep at the bar". I wasn't there when they found him, but they let him come find his wife, and then they left together, so they were at least nice about it.
Plus, it was New and Improved Getting Kicked Out of Bar: now with 100% less racism!
No, wait, let me rephrase that: I am never drinking without regularly interspersing water between beers again.
We went out for St. Paddy's Day last night. One of the articling students got us tickets to a pub in town that had an Irish band playing AND had performances by Irish dancers! I mean, does it get any more authentic? So off we cabbed it to the bar.
Well.
The place was completely packed and decked out in green, and did boast one authentic Irish person who had apparently come over from Dublin 2 1/2 months ago. Why you would leave Dublin to come to Sudbury I have no idea, but there he was. In a 3-foot tall green top hat and a sparkly green vest with the words "World's Tallest Leprechaun" bedazzled on the back.
We had to go in two cabs, so we girls went in one, and the guys came in a second - AFTER the end of some apparently very important hockey game. So we were waiting at the bar for the guys, drinks in hand, and Bridget (MOFIS (tm)) says "Well, let's go cruising for hot chicks then!" There was a couple standing behind her, and they both practically gave themselves whiplash turning to goggle at us. The girl stage-whispers to her boyfriend "OMG! I think they're LESBIANS!", they stare at us for a few seconds, and then the leave. Because you DEFINITELY don't want to catch the LESBIANISM, people!
Gosh, this town endears itself to me more and more every time I go out and mingle with its folk.
The Irish dancers were all teenaged girls in extremely small dresses (the dance floor was ringed with middle-aged guys with their tongues out, charming), and they danced to some traditional Irish songs, Home For a Rest and Pump Up the Jam.
I'm not even kidding you.
I feel kind of bad for the teacher, who was obviously trying to be all "hip" and "with it" by choreographing a dance for her girls to a song that was popular when I was in Junior High.
Only one of us got kicked out of the bar, and apparently it was because he "fell asleep at the bar". I wasn't there when they found him, but they let him come find his wife, and then they left together, so they were at least nice about it.
Plus, it was New and Improved Getting Kicked Out of Bar: now with 100% less racism!
2 Comments:
The bar I went to also claimed Home for a Rest as a traditional Irish song. Er, OK?
By 
, at
8:34 a.m.
Hey, better Home for a Rest than Pump Up the Jam!
