Having an hour to kill in Dingle Town a few years back, I made my way to the nearest pub, as people do in Ireland. It was a Saturday night and Ashe's Bar was busy. I spotted a couple of empty seats at the bar, and at the same time noticed two guys making a beeline for the same seats. We all arrived at the same second and after a friendly scrimmage, someone moved down and we were all three seated. I don't remember who bought the first round. Stephan and Jim- Jimmy to his friends, were from San Luis Obispo, California. "No Way!" I said. "My son Joe is getting married in San Luis Obispo in two months." "Yeah, right," they said. "For one thing it's San Luis Obispo, not San Louie." They asked for the name of the venue. How would I know? I retreated to the men's room and texted my future daughter-in-law Ashley back in the States. She responded immediately. "The Monday Club," I told them, restoring my credibility...
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