Blarney Stone - hands of fate

Hitting the Grolsch

Ok, I guess it’s really obvious by now that I like to drink and I try to do so whenever possible. Perhaps I’m like Vladmir, prince of Kiev, who according to historical reports in the 12th century chose Christianity over Islam for Russia because, as he said “drinking is the pleasure of the Russe. We cannot exist without it.” But I digress. Well, i had some off-site job training today, a class on assertiveness to be specific. So I decided the best way to spend my lunch break out of the office was to hit a local dive, the Blarney Stone at 11 Trinity Place in the Financial District. (Popular name. There’s at least three other Blarney Stones in Manhattan alone.)

This Irish dive is home to construction workers and Wall Street suits alike. It’s even stacked with a hot lunch line serving up cabbage, mashed potatoes, and sandwiches.

There was a group of rowdy electricians sitting near me bollocksing up my phone call to my mother. But no harm done.

I ordered a plate of chicken fingers and three Grolschs on tap. Came out to $19 with tip. Then I watched some “Who Wants to be a Millionaire” as I got sauced.

They sent me back to my seminar on assertiveness nice and lit up. My class participation greatly improved. I was laughing and scoffing at the video they showed us - “I Feel Guilty When I Say No.” I captured a clip on my Treo 650. Enjoy.