Hopes and Dreams in the Devil's Playground
Friday, May 9, 2003 - Las Vegas, NV - J.C. Wooloughan's at JW Marriott Las Vegas
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Even with Ireland thousands of miles
away, the pub the two Whiskey Devils stumbled upon made it seem like they
were right in the heart of downtown Belfast. And that was perhaps the
best feeling in the world for the two of them. Lancaster loved the
North of Ireland, but he knew that for Seamus, it was more than just a lovely
place...it was home. Seamus' mood would just fly off the charts into
happiness and joviality whenever he stepped foot into an Irish pub, especially
in one that was authentic as this one.
Lancaster's mood was still very up and down as of late. He tried to brush off the split with his wife by projecting a very confident, aloof attitude. As always though the inward feelings of the nobleman told a different story.
Getting away though, to a different Irish pub in every town they had the pleasure of visiting became a near sacred tradition for the Whiskey Devils.
After the two got a few pints of Guinness into them, or a few shots of Bushmills, then the world and its problems would simply melt away, and would be left at the door.
That old saying, "When Irish eyes are smiling...the whole world smiles back at you." That was not merely a saying to bolster Irish tourism.
It was Gospel truth.
Seamus and Lancaster were seated and already Lancaster sensed Seamus satisfaction. Lancaster looked around and felt his senses tingle by hearing the drone of near by British accents.
The Duke took a deep breath and inhaled an unhealthy amount of smoke and the resonating smell of the ghosts of a thousand pints past. And smiled, happily.
"Ach, this is the life, in't it, lad?"
"It certainly is lad...it could be home almost."
"Almost, but not quite...nothin' beats a freshly poured pint o'Guinness from O'Leary's, that's fer feckin' sure!"
There was absolutely no debating that fact whatsoever. Lancaster shook his head vehemently in agreement.
"No doubt...but let's give it a whirl anyway."
The Duke whistled and caught the attention of a very attractive, fiery red-headed waitress, perhaps no older than 25 or so. She walked up to them, and smiled.
"Evening lads...what can I get for ya now?"
Seamus and the Duke looked back at each other with glee, hearing that she too was from the Old Country. With a grin, Lancaster passed her off to Seamus.
"Lad, do the honours will ye?"
"AYE! Two pints of yer finest Guinness, will ya lass!"
She soon smiled widely too, obviously unaware of who her two famous clients were. She took great satisfaction of hearing the familiar accents.
"Auch it's great to have two British gents here!!"
The Duke grinned widely.
"Dunno if you can call us 'gents' love, but it certainly is grand to be here!"
Lancaster's mood was still very up and down as of late. He tried to brush off the split with his wife by projecting a very confident, aloof attitude. As always though the inward feelings of the nobleman told a different story.
Getting away though, to a different Irish pub in every town they had the pleasure of visiting became a near sacred tradition for the Whiskey Devils.
After the two got a few pints of Guinness into them, or a few shots of Bushmills, then the world and its problems would simply melt away, and would be left at the door.
That old saying, "When Irish eyes are smiling...the whole world smiles back at you." That was not merely a saying to bolster Irish tourism.
It was Gospel truth.
Seamus and Lancaster were seated and already Lancaster sensed Seamus satisfaction. Lancaster looked around and felt his senses tingle by hearing the drone of near by British accents.
The Duke took a deep breath and inhaled an unhealthy amount of smoke and the resonating smell of the ghosts of a thousand pints past. And smiled, happily.
"Ach, this is the life, in't it, lad?"
"It certainly is lad...it could be home almost."
"Almost, but not quite...nothin' beats a freshly poured pint o'Guinness from O'Leary's, that's fer feckin' sure!"
There was absolutely no debating that fact whatsoever. Lancaster shook his head vehemently in agreement.
"No doubt...but let's give it a whirl anyway."
The Duke whistled and caught the attention of a very attractive, fiery red-headed waitress, perhaps no older than 25 or so. She walked up to them, and smiled.
"Evening lads...what can I get for ya now?"
Seamus and the Duke looked back at each other with glee, hearing that she too was from the Old Country. With a grin, Lancaster passed her off to Seamus.
"Lad, do the honours will ye?"
"AYE! Two pints of yer finest Guinness, will ya lass!"
She soon smiled widely too, obviously unaware of who her two famous clients were. She took great satisfaction of hearing the familiar accents.
"Auch it's great to have two British gents here!!"
The Duke grinned widely.
"Dunno if you can call us 'gents' love, but it certainly is grand to be here!"