I chanced a couple tonight, and by that I mean 'an Irish couple,' which means three pints of stout in the darkest pub to be found in the vicinity of the Savoy Cinema.
The Sackville Lounge welcomed me back to drink with racing overhead and the boys in a heated throwdown over Robbie Keane's impact at Liverpool. My contention? I didn't really have one, or if I did even I didn't care. I just wanted something to distract me from my first dental visit in years multiplied by a factor of ridiculous.
He gave out to me, the dentist, whose name was Greg. He gave out to me and I was cheered by this because I've never had a dentist not give out to me.
I'll be good, I promised. I'll floss, I promised. I will, I promise.
The film we'd seen was shite. 'The Hangover.'
I don't know if it was too close to the bone given my dying state over the last days gone by, or the fact that it was shite, but it was shite, really.
My humour comes from 'Withnail and I' and from 'Venus' and from, well, it turns out I don't have that much of a sense of fun when it comes to slapstick American romps.
The pub was good craic but.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
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You know, that's what keeps me away from dentists most. I can face losing teeth or enduring pain, but at my age I don't want to be freaking lectured by some fool who EXCUSE ME is taking my money for services. I'd say, "you want my money fool, well shut up then" but of course they've already stuck those needly things into your jaws to hold them up while they do their shouting, so you're helpless.
I just HATE that. Definitely calls for a few pints and then some. Glad you're doing well.
I was just going to say the Sackville Lounge and then there is was in the second paragraph.
I think that when dentists are looking in your mouth they are just looking for ways to pay for their next five star holiday.
Radge I chanced writing a review of the hangover here... http://www.culch.ie/2009/06/15/who-likes-a-hangover/
I've a funny feeling you'd have written a similar review?
Oh and pubs like the Sackville? Much better romp than shite like the Hangover. Although probably wise not to use a word such as romp in a place like that. Really.
Susan - Waking up now and glad I stopped at three. Pints, that is.
Holemaster - You're a man of rare taste.
Kate - It's a particularly sadistic profession.
NaRocRoc - Read it. Commented. You put it better than I could have.
yeah, no comment actually
I don't believe I have ever been the sackville, maybe I have but I cannot remember. I would love a pint now. (i won't be seeing that movie).
AG - Glad you deleted that.
Red - Their Guinness is impressive. The tables less so. Bit wonky. Fine place.
When will dentists ever learn?
I won't floss. It's boring, too time consuming and it hurts.
And if you think I'm giving up smoking for the benefit of the hygienist over the risk of lung cancer you can piss right off.
Incidentally, three pints comes under the "a pint" umbrella.
I have researched the phenomenon thoroughly:
http://lifeinjars.wordpress.com/2009/02/13/friday-evening-appropriate-post2-a-couple/
PRyin - Interesting. Nicely clarified on your own blog. I always that 'a pint' was two, a 'couple' was three, a 'mess of pints' was anything beyond that because you never stop at four.
Never stop at four. It means 'Death' in China and Japan.
A 'Feed of pints' is one of my favourite things to do and say.
Sage advice, Hangar Queen.
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