March 18, 2008

Belated St. Patricks day.

Sorry, I had meant to make a Happy St. Pats day post yesterday, but I woke up really excited. It was kinda like this:


I had to go to work, but only for a couple of hours. Of course I went in style, I had on a green shirt and dress slacks as well as my family tartan tie. On my head I wore a big sparkling green derby and a ton of beads. After taking as much work as I could handle, I ran home to change into some party gear and headed down to Fritzís. Basically I just changed into jeans and a Packerís jersey and wore even more beads.

I arrived to see Tammi waiting for me at the bar. At first she wasnít going to have a drink, but then she broke down and had not one, but two! Bruce and another friend of ours showed up and we started the festivities out with a couple of Irish Car Bombs. In which a great debate upon what exactly is an Irish car bomb ensued. I knew it wasnít just Guinness and Jamesonís, but everyone told me I was wrong. Since I was there to have fun, and didnít want to start trouble I just went with it. But technically an Irish Car Bomb is:

1/2 pint Guinness 1 oz Jameson 1/2 oz Bailey's Irish cream

Pour Guinness into a pint glass. Float Baileys on top of Jamison in shot glass. Drop shot glass, carefully, into Guinness. Drink quickly before it curdles.

I know I started giving beads to anyone and everyone that didnít have a set. And I kept telling them that they were good Irish fun beads, not those naughty Mardi Gras beads. I didnít expect anyone to start flashing their chests at me. Especially since I was also giving them to minors. It starts to get a little foggy after Tammi left and we did another round of Irish Car Bombs. I know there were some phone calls, but Iím not sure to whom. Allegedly I was swapping pictures with Bloodspite, but I have no recollection of that.

Ktreva and the boys showed up for some corned beef and cabbage. We ate a good meal down there; everyone seemed to really like the food. I must say that was some of the best corned beef Iíve had in a long, long time. After they were done eating, Ktreva and the boys went home and I headed to Old Chicago to meet up with Bruce whom had left to meet some friends earlier. En route I called Wes and told him to get his sober Irish arse to the bar and Iíd buy him a pint. Of course the offer of free booze brought the Irishman running.

Overall it was a good day. A lot of toasts were made, some clean, some bawdy and some just downright raunchy. There were also a lot of jokes and humor at others expense to be had. Iím afraid poor Bruce took a beating. Fortunately heís a good-natured fellow and took it for the friendly ribbing that it was meant to be. Oh, and I wasnít even the worst.

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Comments

It was a good time had by all. We takes our lumps and keep in mind we also giveth them as well!

Posted by: Bruce at March 18, 2008 08:14 PM

Sounds like a good party.

Posted by: Petey at March 18, 2008 09:17 PM

A belated Happy St. Paddy's day to you. Glad it was so much fun. *grin*

Posted by: Teresa at March 19, 2008 11:45 AM

Someone gave Bruce a hard time? Why, those bastards!!! Poor guy just sits there, minding his own business.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at March 19, 2008 07:37 PM

Thanks for the pint, boyo. :)

Posted by: Wes at March 20, 2008 07:05 AM