The irish rover
"i went to an ale house i used to frequent...."
last night i stayed over my parents cause of a licence debocle (lets not talk about that) and locked my self out....they had gone to a party so i went to the library cafe with my book. that had always made me happy sitting at the bar with a crock of onion soup (french to be percise) and some kurt vonnegut or something, late night was a visit to this happy place a few black and tans, a roast beef melt things were good. i decided to go back home around 9ish only to realize i left my keys in my other coat. FUCK! so i waited round thinking my rents would be back any minute but alas they were partying it up in centerport.
ok plan b, i went to terri g's steak house (the bar area) and had 2 pints and a shot of jameson (cause i forgot the name of the whiskey noah said i would like). okay surely my parents would be home by now...and my buzz was pretty good so i walked back home. nope, no luck again for our young hero.
really already plan c, this time i went to the nutty irishman across the street from terri g's.
oh wow a dude playing acustic guitar...an elvis costello song no less (alison, my personal favorite) then he plays a few others contemperary mixed with irish pub songs. mind you i was the only one singing along to the irish rover and very few others claped in the correct parts...after a few more pints of stout i was feeling pretty good and decided to ask if i could play a song or two, i was confident i would be denied this honer so i was confident enough to ask. suprise suprise he said yes (after i offered to buy him his next pint, to wich he replied no im drinking miller ultra lite tsk tsk). theres nothing like enfringing on someones set with drunken beligerant singing and guitaratry.
last night i stayed over my parents cause of a licence debocle (lets not talk about that) and locked my self out....they had gone to a party so i went to the library cafe with my book. that had always made me happy sitting at the bar with a crock of onion soup (french to be percise) and some kurt vonnegut or something, late night was a visit to this happy place a few black and tans, a roast beef melt things were good. i decided to go back home around 9ish only to realize i left my keys in my other coat. FUCK! so i waited round thinking my rents would be back any minute but alas they were partying it up in centerport.
ok plan b, i went to terri g's steak house (the bar area) and had 2 pints and a shot of jameson (cause i forgot the name of the whiskey noah said i would like). okay surely my parents would be home by now...and my buzz was pretty good so i walked back home. nope, no luck again for our young hero.
really already plan c, this time i went to the nutty irishman across the street from terri g's.
oh wow a dude playing acustic guitar...an elvis costello song no less (alison, my personal favorite) then he plays a few others contemperary mixed with irish pub songs. mind you i was the only one singing along to the irish rover and very few others claped in the correct parts...after a few more pints of stout i was feeling pretty good and decided to ask if i could play a song or two, i was confident i would be denied this honer so i was confident enough to ask. suprise suprise he said yes (after i offered to buy him his next pint, to wich he replied no im drinking miller ultra lite tsk tsk). theres nothing like enfringing on someones set with drunken beligerant singing and guitaratry.
6 Comments:
i think i might right a song about this
good story, champ.
No dude not your fault...i was speeding...he let me go, thank god.
"say it aint so" and "just like heaven"
man, you're at work by now and I'm still awake doing school shit. suck. but hey, drunken guitaratry, nice!
sux, don't it?
i shall call you Odysseus,hero.holla
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