2003-12-16
Hair of the dog that bit you
Nothing like a little morning beer with breakfast.
Arrived safe and sound in Buenos Aires last night and went shopping for a place to lay my head.
Found it - and some Irish girls.
Now, I've never spent the night downing cervezas with an Irish Irish lass, let alone three of them.
Irish-Americans, yes. But an actual conceived, born, and bred Dubliner: no.
Irish Irish girls can DRINK.
I mean, we all know the Irish like to kick it, but it's different when you're actually watching mass quantities of booze disappear.
And they barely even had a buzz on.
I kept up, but only because my glass was half the size of theirs. And I think I was feeling much more warm and fuzzy than they were.
We, with the help of two yummy looking Dutch boys, almost cleaned out a refrigerator of beer.
And it wasn't one of those minifridges either.
betholindo at 11:21 a.m.