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Surreal evening, yesterday. This great big dog [German Shepard, methinks] kept coming up to people's tables, drooling on the tables until he got hold of a coaster, and then going off to chew on the coaster for a while. Then he brough it back. It was extrememly funny, but maybe I just had too much to drink. [Note: Guiness is not something to drink when one's been dead sober for weeks.]
We also got point-and-laughed at by drunken Irishmen. What the fuck was that about? I don't get it. Why were we being amusing? I mean, sure, I thought we were, but they can't have overheard us, and even if they had, they wouldn't've understood what the fuck we were on about.
So, yeah. Irish people confuse me. Obviously.
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Guinness is carbonated with helium, so my boyfriend tells me, and that's why it makes you so giggly.
I would imagine the Irishmen took note of how much you drank (since Guinness is an Irish beer) and also took note of how drunk you were (Irish have huge tolerances) and decided it was funny to watch Americans get piss drunk on their own beer to which they have rather large tolerances to. :)
BTW, GUINNESS IS NECTAR OF THE GODS.
That is all.
AHEM!
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