Drop Kick Murphy's

This weekend we went to dinner at one of Janna's classmate's flat. She is a Canadian who is dating a pilot in the Royal Air Force. Apparently the RAF train in some remote bases in Canada and the guys often get Canadian girlfriends. Nonetheless they are a great couple and the food was amazing. After dinner we went to an underground pub called Drop Kick Murphy's. Edinburgh is a unique city in the sense that it is built up to reach the castle. Basically there is a massive ramp about a mile long that leads to the castle (which was built on top of a big volcanic rock). The ramp isn't solid earth, but a series of stacked archways and vaults. These vaults have a very gruesome past and are supposedly haunted, but I'll get into that another time. Now most of these vaults are closed off, but some house things like pubs. Drop Kick Murphy's is a long room with an arched ceiling made of stone. The shape reminded me of standing in dad's miracle span shed. It was a really amazing place that was only ruined by the band trying to play American music. I shouldn't be too hard on them as their renditions of "Sweet Home Alabama" and "Brown Eyed Girl" where rather good and we enjoyed hearing a little piece of home. But then they attempted "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers. Oh My. They have ruined that song for me for life. I almost had to leave, but RAF guy bought me some Scotch so I endured. Though the Scotch went down fast. I am still having nightmares.....ya gotta know when ta hold em.....ahhhhh......ya gotta know when ta fold em......mercy please mercy..........ya gotta know when to walk away............will it ever end...............

Almost forgot. I have to tell a funny story (maybe only funny to me). The RAF guy and I had a redneck experience. They bought a couch from some guy and I was asked to help pick it up. Since no one has a truck around here thay had to rent a van. When he picked it up he found the shortest van man has ever made. When we stuffed in the couch it hung out about halfway. Now in Montana this would be no big deal, but in the UK this is a big no no. But it was late and no other vans were available so what the hell. After strapping on the only bungee he had away we went. The worst part was the van had a wall behind the seats so we couldn't see the couch. Now I almost wish the couch had fallen out as that would make a great story. But as a consolation I offer you the only guy in Edinburgh who wears a baseball cap (me) getting out at stop lights to check our cargo. I almost felt at home.