I clasp hands with the brawny warrior before me, eager for a good challenge. Most of these celtic men are such wimps, but he looks like he won't disappoint.

"All right, it's like a regular arm wrestling match, but with a twist," I explain. Asliann sees that this is her cue and she goes over to the bar. "We play like usual, but each of us has to be draining a beer at the same time."

The young man laughs as Asliann sets down two enormous tankards.

"If you spill or choke, you lose. If the back of your hand touches the table, you lose. We go in three bouts. Ready?"

We each grab our beers, clink them together, and Asliann counts it out- "One, Two, Three, GO!"