So, the other night I was, as I am not infrequently, at the bar of the Irish Heather, spending, as I do not infrequently, too damn much money for somebody who blogs for a living, and I met, as I not infrequently do, an Irishman.
I mean, where else would you? Right? Amiright?
And his Zimbabwean sidekick, Julius I’m Not Kidding You although he may have been telling a stretcher Caesar. Julius Caesar.
I never did catch the Irishman’s name, either because it was so exotic or because I have a cold and my ears were stuffed up with Strongbow I mean earwax now where was I?
Right. At the bar of the Irish Heather, talking about luck with a lanky, nameless Irishman and a black guy from Zimbabwe called Julius Caesar. They’d just gotten back from the Yukon, where they were checking out the dogsled race and NO I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP the one that goes all the way to Alaska, and thereupon I told them my story about the American Minutemen guarding the border and the time one of them shot himself in the foot and Canada refused to let him in, as he did not have proper identification documents and they must have laughed and laughed at Canadian Border Guard Union Headquarters over that one, oh yes.
And then the Irishman told me the secret of winning bar bets, which he then proceeded to prove by winning two toonies from me. But he bought me a Strongbow, so I figure I came out four bucks ahead when you figure tax into it which in Canada you always do, on general principles and yes, even in bar bets.
And this is the secret:
Get the other person to make a bet, and bet against him.
You’re welcome.
Sounds like a tale told in an Irish bar. And good advice.
Darn good advice. I bet I could earn a comfortable living this way from bar bets. Oh, wait…
My nearest bar is 600Km away :(
Stopping by to say nice blog and you were right about the twitter feed vs http thing. Thanks for the help on the boards!
Ah, but Archie whereever you are is where the party is!
You’re welcome and thanks, scenthive!
Did I hear “3rd bloggiversary”? I keep forgetting that you’re just two months older than me.
Will raise a glass of cava in your honour at Nog’s birthday party later on today.
Thank you, and say happy birthday to Nog for me.
What a nicely written story, rain. Julius, Alaska, and the Border Guard Union—you do lead the most extraordinary life. The advice sounds sound. Shall you try it?
I will, as soon as I get enough money again. Spent WAY too much there that night, not counting the two twoonies I lost!
That only makes sense drunk. To me anyway.
Well, I was in a bar. What do YOU think was happening?
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