So I made a blog and it isn't very much like me to let people know what's going on in my head so we'll see how it goes. I guess I'll start with a story from the flight. Probably pretty typical but this wasn't any ordinary flight. Started off pretty boring and when I found out you had to pay for alcohol on international flights now I wasn't expecting much fun. Thanks a lot Bin Laden. The Hangover was the inflight movie btw. Anyway I was cursing Delta when a guy in a suit sat down next to me speaking in the ugliest sounding brogue I've ever heard. I couldn't understand a word he said to me for the first 10 minutes. I told him my story and he handed me his business card. Brendan Keyes Soccer Academy. Turns out the guy was an MLS soccer player for years and now had a management and soccer training company based in Houston. He also had a son, Cam, who sat in front of us. He bought me my first couple beers before us 3 and another rowdy Irishmen, Rory, decided to "stretch" our legs in the back. Rory and Brendan proceeded to flirt with the 60 year old flight attendant and hand me and Cameron free beer after free beer. Before I knew it they were singing rebel songs and stealing mini bottles of Courvoisier. We stood in back of that plane for about 3 hours drinking Courvoisier cokes and crappy Michelob Ultra before I hit a wall. I went back to my seat and passed out. When I woke up 2 hours later, Brendan and the crew were still drinking in the back of the plane. They had successfully pissed off the entire flight and had convinced Cam to break into the unopened liquor cabinet. The flight attendants finally realized that 4 grown men/boys/cavemen/whatever they were calling us could not have possibly gotten so drunk off a couple of beers. After being immediately ushered to our seats, the head flight attendant grilled Rory and Brendan about where half the liquor for the following flight had gone. She had no clue that both were carrying about 4 bottles each in their pocket. They realized that neither guy was gonna crack and the distraction had gone on long enough. Now seemingly home free and with a couple of drinks left Brendan decided his company needed some advertising and the best/easiest kind was to drop as many business cards in the aisles as possible on his many trips to the bathroom. Finally the cuter flight attendant of the bunch had had enough. She had taken most of the ridiculous comments in the first place and was sick of picking up Mar-Key cards of the floor. She took Brendan to the front of the plane with Cameron and their carry-ons and I didn't see them again, but before he left he told me to call him when I was in Dublin and we'd continue "the craic". Needless to say I was hoping/very concerned that this flight was a preview of my days to come in Europe. Hope all is well in the States and their might be more later on.
