St. Patrick's Day

Last year I celebrated St. Patrick's Day in Ireland with a few of my favorite relatives. It was amazing in every way. So this year, I didn't have very high expectations having already experienced the ultimate St. Patty's Day. I, however, was not disappointed. Friday night the weather sucked so a friend and I decided we'd start the celebrating a night early. We went to an Irish bar for dinner around 7pm and stayed there (in the same bar stools) until close 7 hours later. My usually extremely docile friend was picking fights left and right, and I somehow managed to get a guy who works at the bar kicked out (in a typical drama-free night).

March 17th began with a hangover, which was quickly cured by some NCAA basketball and cheap beer. We got to the bars by lunchtime, drank until dinnertime, then took a half-time at Wendy's. Wendy's was the perfect location for some people watching. Similarly to Halloween, it seems that girls use St. Patty's Day as an excuse to dress and act like complete sluts. Also, there was this crazy probably homeless lady with huge frizzy red hair like the Magic School Bus teacher lady who was talking to herself. No joke, she was talking dirty talk to herself for like 10 minutes. Then, she got a little fed up with her imaginary partner and began to yell at him/her telling him she wasn't a cheap whore and all she was asking for was a little common decency.

We did make it back out to the bars for the night, came home a little earlier than usual, and two of us split an entire large pizza while watching Boondock Saints (perhaps my favorite movie). Overall, fantastic weekend -- and a great one to be Irish.