started the evening at the local irish pub for cider (on tap) where you get your meat pie next door and then settle down with a drink at the bar. everyone here was irish, with accents as thick as guinness(think brad pitt in snatch). the bartender donall (oh it's gaelic for danniel love) was very generous with free drinks including a red headed slut with the on tap jagermeister, and an invitation to come back sunday for an after game party(i promised to come back). the pub sponsors a team that is a mix of soccer and rugby, the rules were explained but i think i will just have to see a game or talk to more guys that play (they wear little shorts, too cute). i love rugby/soccer culture. stopped at the dive bar around the corner and met alex (from russia with love), and continued my education on russian history and culture, and the best place in sf to get caviar and russian treats in the wee hours of the night. my russian vocabulary is growing slowly. da (yes)!
