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Randomly Drinking with Millionaires: Short Story
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30-06-2011 03:36PM#1Anyone ever had the pleasure? Here's my story....
Me and a friend were on the West Coast for 2 weeks, on the way home we had a connecting flight in Chicago. Anyway our flight to DUB was delayed so we had a few hours to kill.
We sat down at the counter in a little bar playing Brazilian football on the TV. A pint of Samuel Adams was $10.50!! Typical airport prices and we were down to our last few quid (Vegas had got the better of us!). There was a guy right beside me in his 30's. We eventually got talking.
He obviously realized we were Irish and with 3 minutes was shouting at the bar woman:
"A round a shots for my Ayrish buddies"
"Ah no man, we're grand, we'll only end up puking and we're pretty fcuked already, plus the shots are $13, thanks anyway though!"
"Are you guys kidding me?! Start living up to your Irish name you fcukers. Barkeep, two double JD's for these guys, and while your at it, freshen up their beers aswell."
"Ehhh, ok thanks man"
So anyway the shots arrive in a glass (it was a triple if your going by Irish standards). We neck the shots much to the amusement of the yank, and down half the beer.
"Rack em up again barkeep!"
We look at each other "Oh ****!" Now normally I'm never a guy to turn down free drink, but when you've been drinking constantly for two weeks and are about to board an 8 hour flight..... The second round of shots appears and of course we neck them aswell.
So he starts telling us he's on his way to Kansas on business. He tells us he is a consultant to big Multi Nationals and "has more money than he knows how to spend". He whips out the phone and shows us a few pictures of him and a few Lamborghinis blah blah blah. Now you may think he was taking the piss, but he was loaded, I fairly sure you need to be to get a Black American Express...
"Man, if I had met you guys in Vegas, fcuk, I'd have the drinks flowing and 2 girls each for you guys!"
Anyway he ends up buying us 4 rounds of double shots and beers and needless to say our back teeth are floating. Through the haze I can just about figure out that our flight will be boarding soon. Our new friend is sad to see us go and makes sure we have a pint (in a plastic cup) for our walk to the gate. We make sure to buy him a beer and a double Jameson before we leave.
We eventually find the gate, and it turns out it's still delayed. We considered going back to our new mate but decided a safer bet was to sit at the bar directly opposite our gate.
At this stage we were sh*tfaced and ordered another beer. The second we opened our mouth we hear:
"Hey, you guys are Ayrish eh? Barkeep this ones on me. Hi, I'm Marty." as a man in his 50's pulls up a stool.
"Heading to Dahblin eh?"
Turns out this guy was high up in some Pharmaceutical company and going to Dublin for business. To be honest I can't remember much of the conversation other than that he was a keen 'hurley ball' fan and bought us about 4 or 5 beers each.
Anyway the flight boards and we take our seats, not before giving Brendan Gleeson a rambunctious 'Howiya' as we talk through First Class. Sure enough there's Marty giving us the thumbs up, sitting 2 rows behind Brendan.
"Snacks, Snacks" yelled the air hostess some time later.
"Two Jack and Cokes please"
"Now, we gotta charge for alcoholic beverages Sir"
"No problem, we'll take 2 cokes please" as I reach into my bag for the 1L 50% Smirnoff I picked up in Duty Free.
Don't remember much after that, I have vague memories of standing down the back joking with all the air hostess'. Next thing I know I'm being violently shook by one of them.
"Sir, haha, I've been trying to wake you guys for ages, we're landing in 3 minutes, so put your seats in the upright position" as she hands me back about 100ml of Vodka. Apparently it's illegal to pour your own drink on a transatlantic...
Anyway we arrive in Dublin, pretty destroyed. But hey, at least the flight home felt like 20 minutes! There's nothing like a free session paid for by random rich guys, wish I had met him in Vegas.....
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