The bender
I am not what you would call a storied drinker, as I do not really like to drink, seeing how drunk me is an insensitive, rude, sadistic asshole. But sometimes I do let my hair down and this ladies and gentlemen is my first experience with alcohol.
My story begins in the magical land of Ireland, and I do mean magical because Ireland is probably the most beautiful place I have ever been. I was walking down a street in Dublin late one night called Templar bar (that is the actual street name) and decided ?hmm, I want a drink. So I took a left turn and suddenly stood inside a lovely little pub cram packed with people. I got my older friend to order me a drink (sue me) and it was pretty good. My last memory form that night is putting the second glass to my lips thinking, ?I don?t see what?s so dangerous about drinking?. Everything from that point on until I awoke in my hotel room is gone forever. I had apparently spilled something on my shirt and I had bought my first book by Robert ranking (which now is one of my favorite writers).
By the way. I want to comment on the Irish nightlife, it inspired me, seeing so many different people hanging out. Old and young, rich and poor, ditch diggers and professors, all around one table singing the same song. I know I can never put the beauty of that in to words but know that It brought a tear to my eye. Never change
Also. Kids, drink responsibly