Although tired from our flight, we thought that it was
necessary to go out our first night and paint the town red, or more so green
(since we are in Ireland). When we walked into the pub, it was crowded, the
Irish music was blaring, and all eyes were on us. Whether or not we were ready
for the full experience of Ireland, it was right in front of us and there was
no turning back. Besides being hovered over by an old man right away, we met a
friendly couple from South Africa, a family from Holland (who soon became our
adopted family for a couples of days), and a group of guys from London.
However, in the midst of all of these fine people we had the
opportunity to meet, there was one in particular fellow who was quite memorable
for the night- the tall German man (Not sure of his actual name, but for this
story let’s just call him Oscar). No, Oscar was not the man you would call
gorgeous, or the man who bought us a number of drinks, or the man for any other
reason that you may think we would find him memorable for- instead it was for
his quite eager and aggressive behavior. Let us explain.
When we first saw him, he was outside of the pub on the
other side of the street, but he was calling us over with big hand gestures
suggesting that we leave with him and his buddies. Although humorous, we were
quite comfortable right where we were, so after a few more times of trying to
convince us, he came over to the window, placed his lips on the outside of it,
and waited for Brittany to give him a kiss. Of course being innocent Brittany
and not thinking any harm of it, she kissed him back through the window…
Seconds later, Oscar had made his way through the crowded
pub, grabbed Brittany, tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and
started to leave. Kristen, of course, could not let this happen and grabbed
Brittany by the arms pulling her down from him. After a few laughs, a few more
attempts to carry Brittany out of the pub with him, and a few conversations of
how this just would not work, we thought that would be the end of it; however,
that was not the case. In his last attempt, Oscar tried to carry both of us out
of the bar. However, us being the secretly strong people we are (or more so having
the ability to squirm out of big German guys arms), Oscar was unsuccessful once
again. Defeated, Oscar left with neither of us, but he will be one of those
guys we will always probably remember.
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