LUCK O' TH' OIRISH

The Irish folk are awesome... and I would know, considering that while traveling alone, I didn't have one lonely moment for a whole 9 hours in the Dublin airport... The Irish seem to have an unparallelled gift for gab, pleased to spill their life stories upon the first meeting, buy you a pitcher of beer to share at the terminal during the flight delay, and stop their busy schedules to run around for half an hour and try to solve your missed-connection dilemma. I especially liked the ones who I could understand through that accent. They're my favorite. They even keep their farm animals within a stone's throw from the airport.... which just seems trusting in a way.

It's 2a.m. here in lovely Kenilworth, England. It's cold in that way that only England seems to ever get cold. I'm having such a great time here though, meeting all sorts of people, even folks with names like Louise, Theopie and Oliver!
I went clubbing for the first time with my little cousin Jonathan on Saturday, in Royal Lemington Spa at "Evolve" (http://www.evolvenightclub.co.uk/index.php). As his cool older cousin, I, of course had to help Jonathan's "game" by telling the girls that "he's the toughest guy I know!" and "he's the best freestyle rap artist I've ever heard!" I'm a good cousin. He claims that when one of his little lady friends saw him with me (not knowing I'm his cousin), she got jealous, pointing and gaping accusingly at me ... Which is both a gross and endearing story. LOL!

I learnt that in England, tipping bartenders is a DON'T but sharing bathroom stalls with complete strangers is a DO........ ICK! Yes, totally strange girls will come up to you in the "loo" and ask if you'd like to share a stall with them... What? WhY?!!

Tonight at the "Bear and Ragged Staff" pub, I learnt that the Brits don't know what a screwdriver is ("Wha's a screwdrivea? I neva' hahd off it!) but I didn't learn how the "Staff" got "Ragged"...