Yesterday Jimmy graciously hosted us and our significantly better halves at he and Mrs. Hoffa’s residence for corned beef and cabbage. And there was Guiness, and cider, and Jimmy, Loki and myself desperately trying to preserve our insides by drinking Jameson. Barry and Cutty took it easy w/ that jazz.
I don’t think I’ll be pretending I’m Irish tonight. There will only be one green thing around my apartment, and a serious of Parcheesi game w/ my wife.
How are you celebrating St. Patty’s today? Going out / staying in?
**Is St. Patty’s as big a deal on the West Coast as it is on the right of the map?**
3 responses so far ↓
1 Jimmy Hoffa // Mar 17, 2008 at 2:34 pm
Seriously. I feel like a bag of moldy bread crusts.
2 Magglio // Mar 17, 2008 at 2:59 pm
Yeah. I guess it’s a big deal out here. There’s a bunch of d-bags wearing green ties, or green buttoned down shirts or stupid four-leaf clover pins on their jackets. Not sure how it compares to your area, with all them crazy Irish folk running amok.
Theres a few streets here blocked off and for $20 you can drink as much beer as it takes you to puke on your shoes. I’ve got my two tens ready.
3 opposite_prime // Mar 17, 2008 at 3:14 pm
Basically, Boston goes nucking futs on St. Patty’s. The Dropkick Murphys play shows until they lose their voices and drop from exhaustion.
It’s probably (next to New Year’s) the biggest amateur drinking day in the city. You pay $20 to go into your regular bar, and wait forever to get a beer while popped-collar a-holes bump into you and say “Yah, Dood!”
We’ve opted to stay in the past few years and just get hammered with a bunch of friends.
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