What a surprise that an Irish story would take place in a bar. Although the Germans consume more alcohol per capita than the Irish, we keep trying to catch up. The Scots aren't too far behind and probably would have held their own with the Devil.
Among my favorite Irish drinking toasts is - "May you be dead three days before the devil knows your gone." In the old days, even before my time, the Irish would pack the body in ice for the viewing and, of course, push bottles of beer and liquor into the ice. Most of my Irish relatives were Catholic, so the Knights of Columbas would show up at the viewing to help send off the poor soul. Occasionally, the Masons would also show up - the fight could last for days or until the liquor ran out.
As a child, all the Irish stories I heard involved fighting and alcohol. My father's father died of liver cirrhosis - he sold playing cards, bibles, and whiskey. So whatever your addiction, he had you covered.
You have good stories, so there must be some Irish blarney in you somewhere.
I hope you didn't have friends in South Korea at Holloween. An unfortunate ending to what should have been a great party.
Loved this, JJ! Excellently told, as usual.
Now that's a fine creepy tale for today--nice work J.J. and thank you! 😈
What a surprise that an Irish story would take place in a bar. Although the Germans consume more alcohol per capita than the Irish, we keep trying to catch up. The Scots aren't too far behind and probably would have held their own with the Devil.
Among my favorite Irish drinking toasts is - "May you be dead three days before the devil knows your gone." In the old days, even before my time, the Irish would pack the body in ice for the viewing and, of course, push bottles of beer and liquor into the ice. Most of my Irish relatives were Catholic, so the Knights of Columbas would show up at the viewing to help send off the poor soul. Occasionally, the Masons would also show up - the fight could last for days or until the liquor ran out.
As a child, all the Irish stories I heard involved fighting and alcohol. My father's father died of liver cirrhosis - he sold playing cards, bibles, and whiskey. So whatever your addiction, he had you covered.
You have good stories, so there must be some Irish blarney in you somewhere.
I hope you didn't have friends in South Korea at Holloween. An unfortunate ending to what should have been a great party.
Great story!
Cincinatti will not be happy about this story, but it pleased me a great deal.