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Thanks guys. I still have bad guts, I still haven't eaten anything all day (it's a quarter to 7 in the evening), but food is on it's way. I only hope I can keep it down, unlike what I had yesterday.
Reminds me of when I celebrated the Millenium new year in Ireland. I went to a small village on the Westcliffs that consisted of 2 bed & breakfasts, and 3 pubs. By the time I reached the third pub, it was 11PM and I was shnookered. All the locals would see this lone Yank in his leather jacket, and start buying me drinks.
I don't remember midnight. Somehow I awoke at 7AM, on my bed, still fully clothed and in my leather jacket. I went back to sleep until about 7PM, when I ventured out to a local pub to get some dinner. Here is where I learned that a burger in Ireland means chopped sirloin in brown gravy & onions. I couldn't finish it.
The only gayboys I met in Ireland were in Dublin, which wasn't on my itinerary for another day.
I have a vague flash of memory of walking home in pure darkness along the barely-paved road. Also falling once or twice, which explained the mud on my clothes that morning, LOL.