First night at the pub

So the first night at the local pub was very relaxed. I started the night off heading to a volunteers meeting for the Flatlake’s festival around 8pm. I found out later it was in Scottshouse, which is the other small village near the estate, aside from Clones, (pronounced Klo-Nez). The meeting was simple and chill. They mostly just talked about which areas they needed more help in, and what is needed to make it better than last year. Fred Madden begin_of_the_skype_highlighting     end_of_the_skype_highlighting, (the estate owner’s son, soon to be the owner) has decided I will be his personal assistant chef at the festival. It is quite a sweet job, much nicer than trash pickup, or help with parking. So after the meeting, Trent (a nice http://www.workaway.info/ fellow from Australia) and I went to a local pub, where we had a couple pints of Guinness. Amidst the nice elderly men with very Irish hats and thick accents, there was a dog inside that I swear looked exactly like lassie. Also a few Secondary school kids there had never seen any American money, so I gave them a quarter to keep, and showed them a hundred dollar bill.
I was surprised to see pool is very different here. They have the 8 ball the same, but all the others are split red/yellow instead of solid/stripe. I guess no numbers or other unique character’s makes the balls cheaper to replace, Trent says. So when you make in a red, that’s your suite’, and you shoot for red. They call a scratch ‘a foul’, and when you ‘foul’, the other person gets 2 shots next turn. The only other change is the balls are smaller, and the holes are pretty narrow and harder to make it in. Fred’s brother-in law Kevin was there, and he’s hella funny. He was a director in L.A. for 3 years, and has worked on a few movies. He told me he met Quentin Tarentino once, and that he wouldn’t shut up about movies. I guess it’s like all he talks about. Then he says that Laura(his wife) ended up telling him off, something like “shut up about the movies already, we get it!” or something. I thought that was hilarious, since I’ve loved all Tarintino’s movies. I never thought about how boring he could be in real life to talk to. All in all a great night, with a late-night dinner, coffee and a pint, then off to bed by 12pm.