Thursday, March 17, 2005
Happy St. Patrick's Day
Although I look the part, red hair and all, alas I am not Irish. BUT... I am like 0.0185% Scottish. AND... if I wanted to I could speak in such a manner that no one could understand. AND... I can drink with the best of them. That last part I know for a fact and here's a little story about my love of the Irish.
About 3 years ago (I can't believe it's been that long) I live in Colorado Springs and worked at an extended stay hotel. Anyway, while working at said hotel we had a group of 20 Irishman (and women) staying with us. They worked for HP and we're in the country on two months of training before going back home. They definitely were my favorite guests!
So, every night around 5:30-6:00pm after a long day at HP they wouldn't come back to the hotel, but to the tiny bar across our vast parking lot. I mean this was the mom and pop, everyone knows your name, hole in the wall bar. And they went every night like clock work. EVERY. NIGHT. When they would finally return, typically when we were closing up (11pm), they would stop in and say hello and chat us up a bit. I can't recall any fascinating conversations because honestly other than saying someone's name, I couldn't understand a damn word they said. I didn't care though because they were such fun to be around.
Their last night in town was spent at the tiny bar and we all attended. It was sad and everyone said they were going to miss each other, but I think the saddest person to see them leave was the owner of the bar. He fully admitted that his revenue had never been quite as good as when they were in town. Everyone got shitfaced and (pat on my back) I was the only American to leave the joint walking straight. I held my own with those Irish folk and they forgave me for my few Scottish roots and made me an honorary Irishman. Then, we went back to the hotel and everything they couldn't take on the plane with them, the girls and I inherited. I got some movies and a great radio still sitting on my desk now 3 years later and 4 states over.
I was going to bitch and moan in this blog because honestly life has sucked lately, but thinking about my time in Colorado I can't complain. I now have a smile on my face. Well, at least until I start working by myself AGAIN and make the typical phone call home to not hear good news. No, this will not happen today! I think that I will not go home tonight, but will go to a little hole in the wall bar and get drunk!!
Happy St. Patrick's Day to All, Irish or not!
About 3 years ago (I can't believe it's been that long) I live in Colorado Springs and worked at an extended stay hotel.
So, every night around 5:30-6:00pm after a long day at HP they wouldn't come back to the hotel, but to the tiny bar across our vast parking lot. I mean this was the mom and pop, everyone knows your name, hole in the wall bar. And they went every night like clock work. EVERY. NIGHT. When they would finally return, typically when we were closing up (11pm), they would stop in and say hello and chat us up a bit. I can't recall any fascinating conversations because honestly other than saying someone's name, I couldn't understand a damn word they said. I didn't care though because they were such fun to be around.
Their last night in town was spent at the tiny bar and we all attended. It was sad and everyone said they were going to miss each other, but I think the saddest person to see them leave was the owner of the bar. He fully admitted that his revenue had never been quite as good as when they were in town. Everyone got shitfaced and (pat on my back) I was the only American to leave the joint walking straight. I held my own with those Irish folk and they forgave me for my few Scottish roots and made me an honorary Irishman. Then, we went back to the hotel and everything they couldn't take on the plane with them, the girls and I inherited. I got some movies and a great radio still sitting on my desk now 3 years later and 4 states over.
I was going to bitch and moan in this blog because honestly life has sucked lately, but thinking about my time in Colorado I can't complain. I now have a smile on my face. Well, at least until I start working by myself AGAIN and make the typical phone call home to not hear good news. No, this will not happen today! I think that I will not go home tonight, but will go to a little hole in the wall bar and get drunk!!
Happy St. Patrick's Day to All, Irish or not!
