Last night I went out to a nightclub in Limerick called Daffy's and I must say it was one of the worst looking places I have been to since I've been in Ireland. It was like we were walking into someones basement, and then the crowd inside was a rave crowd, where everyone of them was off there faces on ecstacy. I was watching a bunch of people dancing very badly in a circle and starting to get that sick feeling in my stomach. There was only one person who could save my night or so I thought. I asked the bartender if they had any Captin Morgans Rum, and when he said no, I felt that sick feeling get worst. Then I remembered in the absence of rum, vodka is the next best thing. I started on vodka and redbulls, and instantly felt better. Then the most amazing thing happened. I was standing near the dancefloor and a woman in her mid 40's came over and asked me if I was drinking vodka. I said yes, and she emptied a double shot of vodka into my glass, I began to think is this my lucky night? As the night went on i felt myself getting more and more relaxed, to the point where I decided I had seen these Irish people dancing badly long enough, and went over and broke up there circle by dancing right through it. I must admit that Vodka is still playing a part in the writing of this blog right now. For the first time in a very long tiem I am writing a post while still under the influence. I think they tend to be the better ones anyway. In any case this is just one example in my life of how alcohol helped save another subpar night, what would I do if I lived in the time of prohibition?  ¶ 9:44 AM