So! Saint Patty's day has well passed and I can finally talk about it. Mostly. I might still be missing a detail or two. To explain: I woke up, 'joyfully' worked my ten hour shift, 'willingly' stayed an extra hour and a half, then headed my feathery self downtown.

Here is where the fun starts. I go into the first bar. Yes, first. Of four. So I go in, watch some girls dance a minute on the bar, them head out. Why you may ask? Because it was saint patties day and I had on nothing but black and pancake batter. Vital color missing. So began the running, literal running, weaving through crowds and for some reason (note, at this point I had not yet had a drink) jumping clear over a table in the middle of someones meal.

If you where that table in San Antonio, where a large man went flying over your Mexican food, then I'm sorry, but nice to meet you! Lets do lunch sometime.

So, eventually I got my beads, I also blew twenty on an amazing picture by a street artist, and -then - I went back to the first bar. Cue a reds apple cider, something called a 'firebomb ' which is cinnamon flavored and potent, then a mystery drink which was grapefruity. Yes, mystery drink. I handed over money andvsaid surprise me. Well. Five minutes after the last drink is done I leave, not because I'm done drinking, bug because the bar is loud, the girls dancing are bored, the mood is forced, and most of all. They have no Guinness. Cue bar number two, my favorite called 'on the rocks' smallish but still big enough, live music now and then. Free pingpong, some pool, darts and shuffleboard. Also: Guinness on tap, not bottled. Thus is drink four, and the best of the night. Cold, thick, foamy and smooth. It went down easy, filled nicely, and made me happy. Well, happier, I was happy to be out on the town for the first time anyways


Well. That's the end for now. Time for me to get to work. Comments welcome, self stories welcome even morsel.