Yeah, I did that one night. Half a bottle of Jamison(duty free) and several pint's o' Guiness singing Gene Pitney's '24 hours from Tulsa' standing next to a man at the facility and pissed as we both were we knew all the words and harmony parts. The establishment asked us to leave as there was no singing allowed in that particular pub. But not before we did a rousing rendition of Oh, Pretty Woman on our way out the door. Left 3-4 pint on the bar, but I'm sure they found homes quickly. We laughed and bade goodnight to one another and I staggered back to my hostel on O'Connell Street w/1000.00 in US currency in my wallet. God protects fools and drunks.Woke up the next morning hungover and biked 52 miles thru Sally Gap to Rathdram. Slept 14 hrs that night. There's nowhere on earth like Dublin and the Wicklow Moutains...God surely smiled in the making.