Top O’ the Morning to You

Last Friday night, I was off for a delightful night of "drinking and debauchery." Sadly, I headed to the Blarneystone. Now, normally when I go out, I am not the quietest person in the crowd... but this is an exception at the Blarneystone. Maybe I wasn't the quietest person in there, but I always feel conservative when I head to this crazy Irish bar. Why? Well, I like to describe the Blarneystone as the "Roosters of the city." If you've ever been to Roosters (that crazy country bar in Pitt Meadows), then you know a little about this: this is a bar where there is a line at the door at 9:30pm, even though every other club in the city is empty until 11:00pm. And in case you’re wondering what happens at the Blarney at 11:00pm, 90% of the patrons are drunk. I don't mean that they've had one or two too many, I mean that they are frat-boy party drunk. Fall-down-the-stairs drunk. Look at that poor girl’s boyfriend having to carry her home-drunk. You get the point.

So if you’re ever wondering where you should go to get fall-down drunk, head to the Blarneystone!