One St Paddy's day many many years ago - my friend Carrie from BC and I decided to go out and have a green beer to celebrate this awesome day dedicated to the worship of alcohol in general. (Being Irish I find I have a duty to do this little ritual - sometimes on days other than St Paddy's). The bar was full of these lovely military men and they were in their Argyle uniforms so - being the little devils that we are we kept trying to spot the ones going regimental.
After we tormented this gaggle of boys we met up with some friends and decided to go to another bar called the "Spinning Wheel" for a good dose of drunken karaoke. It was only after we were inside and had ordered drinks that we surveyed the bar. Every man in there was under 5'3 except my friend Keith who was 6'4 - I'm not going to say we stood out or anything... Evidently something that is synonymous with being Filipino - they are an inherently short group. Also - the karaoke was in a different language...not that that deterred us. Oh no, quite the opposite I should think. We thought it might be fun. And it was - the bar loved us... we were a smash.
Let me tell you - these little fellas could rip up a dance floor. It was like a dememnted scene from the Wizard of Oz. We were surrounded by little people and they loved us. Oodles. When we left - they all stood up (not that you'd notice) and applauded us.
We attempted a return visit but the bar had closed down. Too bad. It was surreal. Why doesn't silly shit like that happen to me anymore?