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202--Ireland: The Fighting Irish @ CherieSpotting     Mar 27 2004 - 09:47 PST cherie writes: “Do you think I can order a whisky with soda water?” I asked Brain. A Dubliner overheard me and his eyes bulged with horror. An isolated vein in his forehead throbbed. He looked at me like I was ordering a well-done filet at the finest steak house in town. “I think they kill people for ordering that here,” Brian said. “But they drink Scotch and soda in Scotland. Scotch is just another type of whisky.” I proclaimed. “In Ireland, I think you are pushing it just by adding ice,” Brain said. As Brian raised a glass of Guinness and cheered my icy whiskey. “And this morning I said I was never drinking again,” Brain said. Then Brian and I decided to count all the countries we’ve been to. And in true Irish fashion, we got into a fight. How do you decide what makes a country? Personally, I go by the CIA website. Brian: “I am definitely not going by what the CIA says.” Cherie: “You can’t count Wales, Scotland and North Ireland as countries, they are all a part of the UK.” Brian: “They have their own flag and their own sports teams. Let’s ask someone from Scotland if they think it’s a country.” Cherie: “California has its own flag and sports teams and we don’t count it as a country!” Then Brian said jokingly: “Okay, if you don’t count Scotland as a country, then you can’t count Canada.” We laughed until we saw the big guy with the big red maple leaf flag on his shirt. Sometimes those Canadians can’t take a joke. In the end I had 38 countries while Brain had 41. I guess that means I need to get my act together. I don’t like to loose. Usually long-haired guys are pretty mellow, but Brian must be the fighting type. Later that night he got into a tiff with a guy about vegetables. The guy said that you shouldn’t eat red and green vegetables in the same meal because your stomach can’t digest the different colored juices together. The squabble ended with Brian saying: “I don’t buy it.” The guy looked at Brain unaffected. “I’m not selling it,” he said. Finally, they both laughed. Later Brain ate a salad and felt sick. He blamed the illness on the accompanying pint of Guinness. Click on each picture to see it full size. read comments (0) | write comment| views: 4016    | rated: 0.0    printer-friendly version   A statue of Oscar Wilde in Merrion Square, Dublin. (Oscar's in the back.) Oscar Wilde. Brian near some Irish ruins. The thoughtful Irishman. Burning down the house. This church has a 10-minute mass designed for Catholics-on-the-go. Brian on a Dublin street. I can understand discounts for students and seniors, but how do you prove that you are unemployed? By April, all of Dublin's pubs will be smoke-free. This Nicorette ad gets right to the point. The drama of cigarette smoking. Many pub lined streets are punctuated with amazing cathedrals. Dublin. A stroll through St. Stephen's Green park. Feeding the ducks. Perhaps this duck had too much Guinness last night? Peaceful Dublin. St. Stephen's Green is a santuary for writers, artists and poets. Spring is in the ground. What size of Leprechaun would you like? Dublin. The streets of Dublin. Purple? Sometimes a facade isn't. Cherie and Brian sip a well deserved pint of Guinness.