Jesus, that was a long night.
Our Irish-punk band, The Sisters of Murphy (represented here with a placeholder website until I get some actual content), played three sets last night at a local bar along the parade route. This time, the club owners actually delivered on their annual promice of “all the beer you can drink.”
Something like eighty-one plastic cups of Guinness later, the jubilant owner started pouring shots of Jameson’s.
I guess one can’t be a connoisseur every night. Sometimes, you just have to deal in volume.