A few of us started our night out at this really local pub named Taffe’s. A quaint place, with cheap beer, less tourists and great music. Really great music. A trio of weathered folks kept the pub at a dull roar. The trio was composed of an older gent on guitar, a really scruffy looking man on accordion and a real Irish red head of a woman on violin. I do not know if they are the normal entertainment but I will certainly be returning to try and catch them playing again.
For a Monday night I was impressed with the amount of people. I suppose everyone came for the music. Before we knew it we were being asked to vacate the premises so Taffe’s could close. I was not ready to head home. Emily was not ready to head home. The two Irish dudes she had been talking to were not ready to head home. Apparently Jackie didn’t want to head home either, as we found out after we began walking to a late night pub she flew out from behind us huffing and puffing. It was a shock. The Irish guys were quite witty and we enjoyed their company. As they were from a very small village they abided by the rule that when they are playing host no one will have an empty cup in hand. Three pints later we were being asked to vacate the premises again.
So we headed to our favorite burger joint, Eddie Rockets. It was glorious. As I am from a proud family I saw it fit to return their kindness by covering the late night meal for the gents. Their response? “What the fuck you doing in
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