It was a dark and stormy night in Shanghai. J and I were wandering the streets when the grey clouds rolled in and the rain started to pour. We were looking for an escape to hide from the cold and, hopefully, get a drink.
And like a gift from God, the Irish pub appeared in the distance.
We walked into the warm and cozy Irish pub and immediately waltzed to the wooden counter where we saw that familiar harp of Guinness calling our names. J and I grabbed our Guinness and clanked our glasses together in cheers.