Irish Night at the Pub

Irish night at the pub and I am drunk, I have been drinking
Budweiser since two o'clock. The live band is playing loudly and I am
dancing. The fiddler is watching me and playing louder and louder and
faster and faster as I spin round and round. He is grinning and his
hands move like a blur over the instrument. I see a girl and grab her
hands and we are spinning together. I look up at the ceiling and then
back at her. She is laughing and spinning and looking at me. The music
stops and I let her go. She curtsies cutely. She looks Italian. I turn
and walk out the pub. On the way home, I have a kebab.