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| - all hail the brits, summer hours and day drinking benders with my brother. oi, oi, oi!
my brother joey calls me up one day: "hey, can you drive me downtown tomorrow?"
me: "why?"
joey: "i have school down there in the afternoon, but i was invited to go bar hopping after class tomorrow night with some friends. i don't want leave my car out there overnight if i'm going to be drinking."
me: "well, my company lets us have summer hours on fridays, so i'm done with work at noon. when's your class?"
joey: "not til 6pm... but we can go earlier and grab beers or lunch first at this british pub near my school."
me: "done. pick you up at 1:30pm." click.
now this was in early august, so it was blazing hot that day. i pull into the george & dragon parking lot a bit dismayed there was no covered parking. oh sweaty joy.
the good news is, it's nice and cool inside and strangely crowded for a work day. we find seats right up at the bar. i notice the girls working there all have this suicide girl thing going on and the one guy we see working there (who appeared to be the manager?) has this MASSIVE pompadour thing going on with his hair. it was larger than life... like that thing you try not to stare at, but can't help it. in my peripheral vision, i could see my brother look over at me. i knew exactly what he was thinking and i smirk. then mr. pompadour-manager guy comes right over to us and asks if we would like menus. my brother smiles and nods a yes at him, fighting back laughter.
while we're pouring over the menu's we order some pints. i decided that i fancied a kiltlifter while my brother orders the fuller esb. i try a sip of his, and crikey it's good. they're extra cold too and go down smooth. i end up ordering the fish & chips with the cole slaw and my brother opts for the sheperd's pie.
my brother, never one for being a wimpy little nancy boy decides to order a shot of whiskey with this next round. i get the boddingtons this time, he gets the harp.
me: "um, don't you have class? won't you be knackered by the time 6pm rolls around if you do a shot of whiskey?"
joey: "nah, i'll be fine. we just have a quick test and then we can leave. i'll ace it."
me: "well, cheers to that then." *i raise my glass, clink*
finally our food comes...... and i only have 2 words for the perfectly golden crispiness of the fish and chips i had for lunch: DAMN GOOD.
we finished off our grub just as this cheeky lady and her husband sit down next to us. we chat them up over more pints (i have water, because i'm driving) until 6pm rolls around. i visit the bathroom upon our departure and am happy to report while initially it looks a bit dodgy, it's actually quite clean. we wave goodbye to mr pompadour-manager and we're off.
i found out later my brother got an A on that test. HA. figures.
good show george & dragon, all hail the queen! cheerio.
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