Ladies and gentlemen, how was it for you?
As you might have guessed, what SKM is really asking is, "What happened... I seem to have forgotten?" Drink does have that effect on some people.
The pub was a lovely traditional pub, with an obliging landlord. Just the place to enjoy the craic. Bit expensive, though, with a pint of Guinness costing 5.50 euros and Black Bush whiskey at 7.50.
The evening will always stay in my memory. It was the happiest day of my life. My dearest darling, and the love of my life, finally said, "Yes", to me. Laci and I announced our engagement, to the applause of our friends.
Champagne flowed freely as we celebrated. There was an animated discussion as to the best way to mix champagne and Guinness to make Black Velvet. Eleven recipes were suggested, so we decided to be scientific about it. We made up every recipe, and everybody had a pint of each.
We did indeed dance to Lady Gaga. SKM suggested her music, and remarked that he thought Lady Gaga was the loveliest singer going. I ventured to suggest that Lily Allen was even better looking. It was then that I discovered that my darling Laci is a little on the jealous side, and my nose accidentally collided with the daintiest and most adorable fist that any angel ever waved.
Dripping blood, I staggered over to SKM for a little masculine sympathy. "Is that real blood?" he asked, licking his lips as his eyes turned into red pin-points.
"No," I hastily prevaricated, "I've just had a Bloody Mary for a change."
"Pity about that." replied SKM gloomily.
But my darling Laci, bless her generous soul, soon forgave me. We sat handing hands and gazing into each other's eyes. "Don't hold my hand too tightly," my darling whispered, "I seem to have bruised my knuckles somehow."
It seemed that we had hardly started to enjoy ourselves, when the landlord announced that he was obliged by law to close. A handful of euros persuaded him to close the pub with us inside. The party continued.
About 3 a.m. in the morning, there was a loud and official knock on the door. "Open in the name of the law!" roared a powerful voice.
"It's the Garda!" exclaimed the landlord, "Sergeant Murphy is a merciless brute." The terrified landlord rushed to open the door.
In stalked the huge and grim-faced Sergeant Murphy with two junior Garda at his heels.
"You'se is all under arrest!" roared the furious Sergeant Murphy.
[to be continued...]