Once the reception began, we found the main bar did not serve Guinness; only the little bar away from the main hall did, the one we raided during the cocktail hour. The (somewhat) grumpy little bartender even went so far as to say, "If he wants a Guinness, he has to go to the other bar." Okay.So about an hour later I decided I wanted another pint. I went to the little bar near the country club's restaurant and found it deserted: no guests, no bartenders, nothing...except a Guinness draught waiting to be poured.
Well, when I returned to the reception and informed Jessie I had just poured my own draught, she immediately wanted one for herself. So, we went and got Jessie a nice pint as well.
A short time later, we informed Noah of the situation, so Jessie, Noah and I went back to the deserted bar. Half way through pouring the second pint, the miserly bartender from the reception bar happened upon us and did not look too happy. He did not say anything, just went back through the kitchen door he had passed through. As I finished the pour, he came back with saran wrap and mutterd, "You can't pour your own." Before we could do much more than apologize, he "locked" the drafts down with saran wrap, thus preventing any human being from ever drinking from those taps again. Memories.
