St. Patrick’s Yesterday

Thursday, 18 March 2004

Took the day off from work yes­ter­day and cel­e­brat­ed the hol­i­day with Liam and Mike, who were se­niors when I was a fresh­man. I got my mop chopped at some weirdo wig sa­lon [the hair looks fine thank­ful­ly] and then skedad­dled over to Liam’s apart­ment for a break­fast of eggs and Jameson. I had to show Liam how to crack and egg and make them over-easy. He broke the yolks. After Jameson and eggs we went to the Exchange and checked out the CDs and DVDs — that last­ed about fif­teen min­utes. We head­ed over to the RTA to take the train down­town. The ride costs $1.50 but the teller won’t pro­vide change. So re­al­ly, the ride cost $2.00. The plat­form and train it­self was in­un­dat­ed with drunk­en horny high school kids. Directly in front of us were two cou­ples who were li­plocked pret­ty much the whole time. It was pret­ty ob­vi­ous they were en­joy­ing be­ing spec­ta­cles. High school was nev­er fun like that for me. 

When the train fi­nal­ly stopped and every­one burst from the doors Liam, Mike, and I head­ed to­ward Flannery’s with the in­ten­tion of hav­ing a brew or two and go­ing to watch the pa­rade. Three hours lat­er, af­ter be­ing ac­cost­ed by some folks we met at the Halloween par­ty and af­ter a few drinks we saw the last two lame floats of the pa­rade. Something called Weed Man, and the Ohio State Buckeyes se­mi. Whoop-dee-shit. We grabbed a cou­ple of dirty-wa­ter dogs from a street ven­dor [ketchup, mus­tard and stank sauer­kraut on mine] and went to Panini’s to see if Liam could get free Linkin Park tick­ets for be­ing in the mil­i­tary. Panini’s was like any col­lege bar, row­dy with cheap beer. I did get a 4oz shot of or­ange Stoli for the price of a reg­u­lar shot though. While we were there a fight broke out. Liam didn’t get his tick­ets, which, al­though I wish he had got­ten tick­ets — I still hate Linkin Park. Yes, that was a ter­ri­bly con­struct­ed sen­tence.

We met up with Craig, a life­long friend of Liam’s who was al­so from Long Island but is now liv­ing in Michigan near Mike. Try to fig­ure that one out. We had some more to drink and fi­nal­ly I reached drunk­en­ness. Then we piled in­to Craig’s car [he on­ly had one] and went back to Liam’s apart­ment to wait for his wife Ann to get home and dri­ve us around for more drink­ing. During this time I de­cid­ed to use a day of dis­pen­sa­tion and I had choco­late brown­ies and choco­late Girl Scout cook­ies. They weren’t very good. I hope this isn’t be­cause I haven’t had choco­late in a very long time. I’m go­ing to blame it on all the al­co­hol I’d had. When Ann showed up I found out that she was preg­nant and af­ter the con­grat­u­la­tions we went to Sullivan’s. By this time I was start­ing to get tired so I bailed from Sullivan’s and went home. Then I burned a CD, talked on the phone for a bit and went to sleep. I’ll post the three or four pic­tures I took when I get home lat­er to­day.

St. Patrick’s Day at Notre Dame

Monday, 17 March 2003

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! w00t! This is the on­ly St. Patrick’s day that I’ve had the plea­sure of ex­pe­ri­enc­ing at Notre Dame. For some un­be­knownst rea­son, ND usu­al­ly arranges it so that March 17 is dur­ing Spring Break. Hypocritical that the pre­mier Irish-Catholic uni­ver­si­ty avoids cel­e­brat­ing said day? of course, ’tis to be ex­pect­ed. We can’t have the stu­dents of the Fighting Irish drink­ing and carous­ing now can we. Yes, i know the Irish (i.e. peo­ple in Ireland) don’t ac­tu­al­ly cel­e­brate St. Patrick’s Day by cov­er­ing them­selves in green plaid and drink­ing green beer, but isn’t in keep­ing with American cul­ture to bas­tardize oth­er cul­tures to our own ends? Notre Dame was found­ed by the French but is now Irish… and we have even twist­ed the pro­nun­ci­a­tion of our Lady. what­ev­er. its 65 out­side, sun­ny, i ain’t got shit to do till next week and i’m a se­nior. things can­na get much bet­ter. i’m gonna go find a bit o whiskey.