30 Days: Day 24
Happy Day of Green Beer and Merry-making! It was my first celebration of St. Patrick's Day. I'd either been too busy, working, or in some non Irish-loving country over the holiday in the past, so I've never really gotten to take part in all the festivities. This year, I gave up my Friday morning shift at the SB, hydrated myself to the best of my abilities and rolled up my sleeves for what I was sure would be a great time. Turns out it sucked. Much like New Year's Eve, it wasn't worth all the hype. We ended up in the same old bar, drinking just like we always do, heavily, only this time the beer was slightly darker and there was cabbage involved.
I did make over to McDo to sample the Shamrock shake I'd always heard so much about though. Turns out they stopped making them years ago, and now just change the name of the Strawberry shake to the Strawberry Shamrock and call it a day. I was slightly miffed at my perceived injustice. Damn lack of Mint green milkshakes!
In the end, it really just felt like work. My friends were committed to the one bar as several folks we knew drifted in and out. At one point in the merry-making I wanted to frolic in the park. This was not met with enthusiasm. Apparently moving from the table would both lose us the sitting room *and* involve enjoying the sunshine and fresh air (which sounded heavenly to me after sitting in the smoke, eating heavy foods, and drinking entire loaves of bread for 4 hours). Instead another round of shots came, more food, and an increasing malaise creeped up on me. I'd been so excited, but in the end, it was just another day. Only this time the guys at the bar all wore sweatshirts as they had rolled directly from bed into their cars and the chicks all wore their same bar clothes only at 11:30 am.
And I forgot to drink a green beer before I went home with no voice and feeling half dead at 6:30pm.
I did make over to McDo to sample the Shamrock shake I'd always heard so much about though. Turns out they stopped making them years ago, and now just change the name of the Strawberry shake to the Strawberry Shamrock and call it a day. I was slightly miffed at my perceived injustice. Damn lack of Mint green milkshakes!
In the end, it really just felt like work. My friends were committed to the one bar as several folks we knew drifted in and out. At one point in the merry-making I wanted to frolic in the park. This was not met with enthusiasm. Apparently moving from the table would both lose us the sitting room *and* involve enjoying the sunshine and fresh air (which sounded heavenly to me after sitting in the smoke, eating heavy foods, and drinking entire loaves of bread for 4 hours). Instead another round of shots came, more food, and an increasing malaise creeped up on me. I'd been so excited, but in the end, it was just another day. Only this time the guys at the bar all wore sweatshirts as they had rolled directly from bed into their cars and the chicks all wore their same bar clothes only at 11:30 am.
And I forgot to drink a green beer before I went home with no voice and feeling half dead at 6:30pm.
posted by CJ at 5:53 PM
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