I'm not usually a breakfast person (I'd rather sleep in in the morning that wake up 2-3 hours earlier to wait for myself to get hungry), but last night was a late night and this morning was an early morning, and I had a rough start at the first day of my conference (registration didn't open until 8 a.m., which was right when the first sessions of the day were beginning, which meant I wandered in to the first session late, and had no real idea of who was speaking or what the context was; and registration had run out of the conference programs but could get me a print out, which wasn't quite the same), so I left the first session and went to feed myself.
My stomach was a bit hurty from being hungry, so I meandered over to
Queen Victoria's Pub, where I was served water in a Miller Lite cup that was decorated with an Irish shamrock, the Irish colors, and which urged to drink to the health of my clan (there are few mentions of Irish clans; the Scots have that covered).
In any case, I had an all meat omelet, potatoes O'Brien (which were good), a side of garlic mushrooms, and wheat toast.
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