St. Patrick's Day has come and gone and the post-parade depression has commenced. That being said, it's time for our annual review of the St. Patrick's Day season. Leave your review in the comments section.
The weather on Tuesday could not have been better.
For the first time since 2006, I made it past 3:00. I attribute that to 2 things: (1) Being in by 10:30 the night before and (2) switching to beer in the afternoon.
I'm glad the Boo was able to make it down from Atlanta and I apologize for leaving him hanging Tuesday night.
I never saw Patrick after the parade.
It was much easier to navigate the streets and squares with the reduced crowd size.
The 610 Party never reached its full potential.
This was my last parade as a single man. Sorry ladies.
I watched about 10 minutes of the parade on WTOC.com with Rooks. We sat alone in the downstairs of Walker's Pub clad in green blazers and sipping on a Harp. After that, we went back to school and learned.
13 was the number of times I was asked if I had won the Masters.
The weather was perfect. My body hates me right now, but I have no regrets on getting off of work at the last minute to make it down. I think I blacked out a little dancing at the Knights afterwards. Mom made me grab some dinner at Johnny Harris' after that, which may have saved my life. That re-energized me to make a return to Pinkies before calling it a night around 1am. I'm not sure how many more days of drinking for 17 hours I have left in me.
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The weather on Tuesday could not have been better.
For the first time since 2006, I made it past 3:00. I attribute that to 2 things: (1) Being in by 10:30 the night before and (2) switching to beer in the afternoon.
I'm glad the Boo was able to make it down from Atlanta and I apologize for leaving him hanging Tuesday night.
I never saw Patrick after the parade.
It was much easier to navigate the streets and squares with the reduced crowd size.
The 610 Party never reached its full potential.
This was my last parade as a single man. Sorry ladies.
I watched about 10 minutes of the parade on WTOC.com with Rooks. We sat alone in the downstairs of Walker's Pub clad in green blazers and sipping on a Harp. After that, we went back to school and learned.
13 was the number of times I was asked if I had won the Masters.
I give it a 1 out of 10.
I was dissappointed by the lack of vendors selling turkey legs.
The weather was perfect. My body hates me right now, but I have no regrets on getting off of work at the last minute to make it down. I think I blacked out a little dancing at the Knights afterwards. Mom made me grab some dinner at Johnny Harris' after that, which may have saved my life. That re-energized me to make a return to Pinkies before calling it a night around 1am. I'm not sure how many more days of drinking for 17 hours I have left in me.
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