I will pay ******ed amounts of money for that stupid-ass green beer, get completely wasted and try to score some tail (and fail, per usual)
Well since it's my birthday on St. Patty's Day I figure I'm gonna drink till I can't feel feelings anymore.
I'll probably have to work during the day, then go home too tired to do anything. Might try to do something special for dinner, but who knows? Oh, and I'll be wearing a green shirt to work that day, just in case I run into anybody who hasn't left the whole pinching thing back in gradeschool.
Even though I'm a diehard Guinness drinker all my adult life, I don't celebrate St Paddy's Day; it's the anniversary of my Dad's death. Anyone (there are no exceptions to this whatsoever) who wishes me a happy one gets told to fuck off. And, in some cases, hit very hard. And yes, that has happened.
Savannah, GA. They celebrate St. Paddy's right, although it seems to have been toned down a little in the last few years. No more dying the river green, which used to be so cool. Lucked out this year, also. It's the end of my Spring Break, so no conflict with school, and recently met someone who's letting us crash, which saves the hotel cost. I do so LOVE getting drunk.
It's still two weeks away isn't it? By that point in time I'll probably be working on something yeah.
I'll prolly work in the morning, then go to the local pub, then to the other pub, then wake up in some strange place.
River Street FTW. Look for me, squirrelcar. I'll be the one grabbing the boobs when the shirts come up, then running like hell from the boyfriends and the cops.
