Quite some time back, I cocktailed and bartended at the Ale House, a British pub in Houston. Several of the other women were either Irish and Scottish, and those women could throwdown. We all worked the Friday 10-7 shift. There was Aveen, the full-figured blond Scotswoman, whose wrath I anticipated whenever I was instructed to water down her white wine spritzers. This was per her husband's instructions prior to collecting her from the pub. He always knew that if it was past nine o'clock, she was drinking at the pub and would need to pick her up before she got into a fight. She had quite a fiery temper when she was drunk, which was typical for all the British women in our group.
Then there was Angela, a tall and slender brunette Irishwoman who could drink like a fish and was always a lot of fun. She was a manager but also booked a lot of the bands we would have on the weekends, and was instrumental in my becoming involved in the Houston music scene. Angela's eccentric Irish friend, Marion, would often drink with us, but never eat. Not quite sure why she didn't like to eat in front of people, but one night she snuck out of a bathroom window at a restaurant and walked home. Left us sitting at the table wondering where she was. Next morning she woke up with a half-eaten block of cheese in her bed. Apparently she had stopped at a 7-11 on the way home and bought some cheddar.
Our most memorable expedition was after a particularly busy Friday lunch/happy hour, and I had been indoctrinated into their 3pm white wine spritzer break. Once 7 o'clock hit, we headed out to the beer garden and drank more spritzers. One of the other gals picked us up and we were off to Lola's for more drinks, until Aveen started yelling, "Bloody Frogs!" at a couple of French guys who were (unsuccessfully) trying to pick up on Angela and I. Poor guys were no match for Aveen. From there, I recall going over to JR's on Pacific Street, in the thick of the Montrose gay clubs. Miraculously, Aveen was well-behaved - she never got confrontational with the gay men we encountered. We rounded out the night by going to a late night Mexican restaurant, where Aveen proceeded to harass the waiter for margaritas, even though it was after hours. No mas!