Pub crawl and the morning after April 23/24

Pub crawl again tonight. This is the smallest hostel we've stayed in so far, there's only 52 beds and I doubt half are occupied. So our pub crawl including staff members only had about 20 people, having a small group was awesome though. We got to meet everyone personally and made some new friends. Unfortunately other than one gorgeous Australian girl who works at the hostel and two girls from NYC it was all guys at the beginning. We sat in the back yard and played pool and drank beer, Bryce and I decided to shotgun some tall cans of Carlsberg. Only the Americans and the kiwi staff member knew what that meant. With everyone gathered around us and cameras at the ready I was worried I wouldn't be able to finish my beer. I manned up and drained the tall can. We met a young guy who was busking around Europe, he's from New Mexico. After talking for a bit I asked if he liked the band Andrew Jackson Jihad, he had an incredible story of his first band playing a show with them and later tripping on mushrooms at AJJ's apartment.

We then headed out to the first bar, the staff informed us a hostel drinking game. Our Irish guide pulled out a pound coin and said if it was dropped in your drink you had to chug it, the pound coin was then yours to drop into another victims drink. The first bar was a normal pub, we got our free shots and began drinking. The first coin victim was one of our Aussie bunk mates, he's been traveling solo for 5 months he went to Spain, Jamaica, LA, NYC, and many others. Our next pub was called Filthy McNastys again sharing a name with a Edmonton bar back home. Belfast's version is much better, it had an enormous beer garden out back. Our American friend from New Jersey hadn't been drinking much and I remembered he said he has epilepsy and can't drink much. He said he preferred weed but this being his first day in a foreign country he had no connections. I suggested asking the staff. A phone call later he had his herb in hand. Next we landed at a traditional Irish pub, I had yet to have the dreaded coin plunged into my beer. The kiwi in our group decided to get a group photo and as he put his arm around me and the photo was taken. Splash into my pint. I was already drink at this point and knew that I'd puke if I chugged this beer but I had to do it. Down went the pint, I tried to go slowly to hold off my stomach. But the whole time my brain was screaming "YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING PUKE!" over and over in my head. As soon as I finished before anyone could pat me on the back I pushed through the crowd. There I was on the busiest street in Belfast trying to get around the corner to an alley, dumpster, anything. But my stomach said fuck it, and I vomited all over the sidewalk. It came up cold and it was purely beer. I felt fine afterwards and even ordered another pint. The rest of the night was uneventful, we tried to get a group of girls in formal gowns to join our crawl. They did for awhile but after walking a few blocks in heels they bailed. We made it home with pizza and beer and passed out.