Guys, I’m not in my twenties anymore.
So instead of doing shots at 9 am, bar hopping and contributing to the general debauchery on St. Patrick’s Day (I once saw a girl pee. In a garbage can. In the middle of a bar.), we decided to celebrate like the classy old people we have now become.
In the afternoon, we had some friends over to drink mimosas in our back courtyard, then went to a Second City show (hilarious!), and had a nice meal under the stars at Orso’s italian restaurant.
But even though we did not partake in Irish car bombs or keg stands or beer bongs, we definitely heard all of this going on around us. Since it was such a nice day, our neighborhood was basically host to a huge block party – there were slutty, green, drunk people running around everywhere!
And of course, we managed to get a pitcher of green beer at Second City. Because it’s just not St. Patrick’s Day if your teeth don’t turn green.
I LOVE St. Patrick’s Day. I love parades, drinking green beer and going out to Irish pubs. I even love Guinness. I am slightly Irish, after all (not sure exactly how much).
As I sit here writing this quick post AT WORK (not a fun bar or a parade, mind you), I have to say I’m a little depressed.
So to cheer myself up a little, I’d like to present an homage in pictures of St. Patrick’s Day celebrations of yore!
Duffy's, Chicago. I'm the crazed reveler in the middle.
Mystic Celt, Chicago. Forget Irish eyes. I've got your CRAZY eyes right here. And Will has the drunk eyes down.
Old Town Pub (or OTP), Chicago. With Megan and Emily, St. Paddy's Day regulars. You can tell we're getting older by the fact that we look sober.
Costa Rica. Ok, I wasn't exactly celebrating St. Patrick's Day, but this is where I was at this time last year. Still better than a cubicle.
To those of you who were lucky enough to take the day off for the parade or even celebrate last weekend – Slainte! I wish I was you.
I will be consuming a Guinness AND a Shamrock Shake tonight. So there.