When the Irish Pub is closed on March 17th it is a sign from God that I should not be drinking but I don’t believe in God and there was another pub around the corner.
Actually, with the Nicaraguans we ended up in the German bar with American jazz music but still managed to make a go of it. I made the paper once again, details are sketchy but I think I went on a rant about getting the Chinese out of Tibet.
Not a SPD for the ages but still a good time.
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