shame is so in this season

who's irish on st. patty's day?

irish people. in ireland. what's this about running out of smithwick's at 9pm? i just barely got out of work to find my friends 3-4 drinks in and there's no good beer on tap? i have my high brow choices of miller lite, bud light, guiness and some sort of green beer that probably was made in a skanky basement. so translated: water, beer flavored water, milkshake, or i'd rather go a day without lip balm. i opted for a whiskey and coke. and they had the audacity to charge $10 for it (mind you, this was not marquee or lotus - this was a hell's kitchen yet to be gentrified but nevertheless glorified dumpster). then my friends and i proceeded to get hair molested by these forty year old men who had obviously been drinking for at least 8 or 9 hours. i played it cool and dismissed them with a hand flick, but it was all i could do from getting in a fight. but given the day, that would be too much irony. so thank you, new york, new york, for a non-rockin' so-so time. i should just go back to working at an irish bar and claiming that i was adopted by an irish family when i was seventeen and a half.

sorry i don't mean to be so grumpy. my large lenten clam chowder is disagreeing with my already grease-laden tummy. and i have myself and my drunken propensity to eat copious amounts of pizza to blame. ugh. i'm such a food slut.

posted by erica @ 1:38 PM