The Irishman and the Princess ~ by the Irishman
On an eventful evening, a long long time ago (or as it seems to some) on the lively Main Street in Santa Monica, a debonair gentleman of an Irishman strolled into La Vecchia restaurant to have dinner with friends. Noticing that his friends were located at two different tables he proceeded to the first which included a few stragglers. While this term in Ireland has a spectral range of meanings, in Los Angeles it means six classy ladies. After introducing himself and only chatting for a minute he parted company with the group and sat with his other contingent of friends. He did not return to the former table but for some unknown reason he had left an impression on one princess.
Several moons later this same world traveler was showing his friends, Abdulla, Abdullah, Abdullah and Jim around Venice Beach. As it so happened, Kari and her friend, Melissa, were down visiting Jim’s fiancé, Megan, in the same neighborhood.
As luck would have it, our debonair Irishman, the three Abdulla(h)’s, and Jim strolled into the fine establishment in which the girls had been indulging in fine libations. Our princess, on seeing this Irishman enter the establishment may have managed to somehow, defying the laws of physics, get her finger caught in an open bottle of Rose' residing in a wine stand nearby.
As our Irishman approached the ladies there was a secret war going on underneath the table in which, while trying to maintain a décor of smiles, our princess was battling with this stubborn bottle of sparkling Rose' locked onto her finger. As our Irishman had greeted all the others at the table he turned to our princess as finally the stiff-necked bottle was released. And with that release of her hostage finger, she began a new chapter with her Irishman and before long, a commitment from both to wear bands on their fingers in memorial of that fretted bottle. These symbols, in many western cultures, has a range of meanings including, low and behold... marriage.
