First trip to a pub

Met a girl yesterday from St. Lawrence and the two of us decided to head into the city to buy phones. After embarrassing ourselves at the phone shop we decided to head further into town and find a pub. By 3 pm we were sitting in a pub ordering beer. Sorry no pictures of the pub but I felt it would be weird to whip out my camera and start taking pictures. In the pub were mostly older men, but we didn’t feel out of place at all. Something about the portrait of Che Guevara and the Palestinian flag made me feel right at home. My friend ordered a Guinness and a shot of Jameson (hah I think I found my drinking partner). But I finally tried my first Guinness and I have to say it is pretty awful. I stuck with a pint of Carlsberg. Anyway, we spent two hours in this pub talking to the bartender and the old guys who found it really funny that we were from the US. But eventually we had to leave to find some food.

Second trip to a pub

After dinner we went back to the village (we decided to shorten Duncreggan Student Village to just the village) and I had to meet up with Dr. Skelly for another late dinner. But after I finished this second dinner I met back up with my friend at the village and we headed to the city. The best thing happened on the way over to the pub…..I found 10 pound on the sidewalk hah! My friend complimented me on my vision and I went on to say that I must have been a Jew in a past life…than I realized she might not understand my humor the way you guys do, but she laughed. Anyway we finally made it to the pub (we went to the same one as earlier that day). There was live music and the pub was packed, pretty much the people spilled out into the street. But we fought our way to the bar and ordered drinks (thanks for the vodka redbull to whomever lost those 10 pounds). We met two guys named Gavin and Gerry who had grown up in Derry and we spent the rest of our night hanging out with the two of them. Gerry started telling jokes at one point and he started off by saying “Irish jokes are a bit long”. Who would have thought a bit long meant 15 minutes long? But nevertheless he was a good storyteller.  But other than this the night was pretty uneventful. I tried to take a picture of a cop car (or should I say TANK! It was huge) but Gerry told us they would arrest me, so this is challenge number one for the next three months. Anyway after a couple hours at the pub my friend and I took a taxi back to the village. I’d say a pretty solid night.

p.s. who needs beer goggles when you’re surrounded by Irish accents?

Oh and my friend told Gavin and Gerry that they looked kind of gay because they were dressed so well compared to American guys (one had a sweater and the other a cardigan). Their response was “We wouldn’t dress like this if we weren’t so fucking cold”. Fair enough.