Last night, Kate, Steven, and I went to the pub around the corner for a pint of Guinness. And when I say around the corner, I mean walking through the fields 20 minutes on back roads (though really we drove there and walked back).
I had my first pint of Guinness ever in a Irish bar, where older men congregated to talk about their days with the graying man behind the bar. Steven (Kate's new boarder), Kate, and I sat in the corner to drink the dark bitter beer (with a aftertaste similar to that of coffee) that Kate bought. (Pictures will follow as Kate was insistent that my first Guinness be documented)
I was outmatched when it came to drinking beer, as both Kate and Steven soon downed one pint and started on their seconds. But the memorable point of the evening was not having Kate tease me about being a lightweight, but rather the lively debate on philosophy and religion that was tossed back and forth between a man who was skeptical of evolution and a woman who doesn't trust organized religions (I do admit that at certain point I was afraid that one or the other might reach the tipping point to anger; fortunately, this did not occur).
In the end, it was a notable Irish experience, and I'm glad I waited to have my first pint of Guinness in here.
Sláinte! (To your health!)
Yeah first guinnes! I just had some yesterday and I thought about you (as I always do). I find it hillarious that u picked into this so particular conversation, it would have been more hillarious if they had screamed at eachother or something although would make the night less enjoyable I suppose. Yeah Guinnes! remember to look people in the eye when you are toasting! or else...
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