Happy St Patrick's Day!
(Yes, I know the Irish don't care. I am also aware I am not Irish myself. Your point?)
Drinking from 4 pm to just after midnight. Eight people in the apartment. Throwing tiny jam jars out of the side window. Irish Carbombs. Yelling (oh god, the yelling). Going downtown to a bar to see Mom and Wayne. A punk concert. A sink full of pint glasses. The Batwing. A grocery bag full of tiny liquor bottles.
When I walked back into the apartment just now, alone, all I could smell was booze. I'm pretty sure I'm going to die from that tomorrow.
Drinking from 4 pm to just after midnight. Eight people in the apartment. Throwing tiny jam jars out of the side window. Irish Carbombs. Yelling (oh god, the yelling). Going downtown to a bar to see Mom and Wayne. A punk concert. A sink full of pint glasses. The Batwing. A grocery bag full of tiny liquor bottles.
When I walked back into the apartment just now, alone, all I could smell was booze. I'm pretty sure I'm going to die from that tomorrow.
Man, your evening sounds a lot more fun than mine was. (Yesterday was not only St. Patrick's Day, it was the last day of classes before spring break. A million bucks wouldn't have got me out to the bars around here last night.)
Posted by
K |
10:58 AM
sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh.
I had a glass of Jameson (irish whiskey) for good measure and passed out watching a documentary on gay people running from the nazis. Er, I think that's what it was about. I was asleep for most of it.
Posted by
Lady K! : |
1:27 PM
The Batwing?
Posted by
Aaron Jacklin |
11:15 PM
In order:
Yeah, I wouldn't have hit those bars either. The Shadow was pretty packed (live show), and so was Frugal's, but we spent most of the night at the apartment. I got away with spending surprisingly little money (after my trip to Encore on Thursday, this is a Good Thing).
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The only whiskey I had (Irish, yes - Jameson as well actually, I just checked) was in the Carbomb. This is the first year I went drinking for St. Patrick's Day - normally I'm more likely to be sleeping in front of the TV (in fact, as Kiernan can tell you, last year we stayed in and looked after a very, very drunk friend).
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You don't want to know. Trust me.
Posted by
Ian |
2:57 AM