Around 8:00 PM, we hopped into a cab and headed for Paddy O's, an Irish "Super Pub". A true Irish Pub from the word "Go!", I could tell we were in for a night of drunkenness, Irish singing and dancing, and maybe a few kisses and hugs for good measure from folks far and wide.

Our dinner at the Club was a good start, so I felt good about my chances of not "losing my cookies" that evening. Staying away from the Jameson and Guinness would have perhaps been a wise choice, but upon arrival; excitement struck and I immediately felt the "Tug of the Irish" and ordered an Irish Car Bomb. Hopefully it would provide me with a foundation for all other libations that would follow that evening.

We additionally ordered the famous Fish & Chips, just to have another buffer for the stomach. Samantha wore green and I wore one of my favorite shirts from designer Thomas Dean 
After scarfing down the Fish and Chips; which was probably the best I had ever had, we headed to the jukebox with quarters. We would sing along with the band and the jukebox until nearly 3:00 AM.

Samantha's roommate and a few friends arrived around 9:30 PM. They had started at a local joint around the corner and made their way to Paddy O's after a few Sarsaparillas. Not nary a one of us did not join in on the singing, as it would have been an embarrassment to be recluse that evening. This was truly about the most "Irish" depiction that I have ever seen in a bar of this type. Even the bar stools were hand made by Irishmen. To top things off, Notre Dame was playing Boston College on the 72" television screen.

Around 11:00 PM, Samantha and I slid out back for a cigarette. I smoked, and she really did not, but I offered and she took a few puffs anyway. I really just wanted an excuse to get her alone amid all the excitement; as, since arriving, we had had not one minute of alone time. Immediately after finishing my cigarette and flicking it for what seemed like a country mile, Samantha lunged into my arms. I could tell from her embrace, and a moment later her smile and the way that she kissed me that something special had happened in Vermont.