the luck of the irish is a farce.after work met two friends from dc i hadn't seen in ages who'd taken the day off for the parade. got a guinness, so i could be a total stereotype in my old urban outfitters "cheers dublin" t and green asics. almost everyone where we were drinking is from ireland and wearing football jerseys. i get "proposed" to by a guy from roscommon. ha.
"liam", the bartender at the old man irish bar in columbus circle, was a genius and gave my card to someone else. spent 20 minutes outside yelling at chase to cancel my visa in the midst of 100 drunk people who look like the st. patrick's day section of a party store threw up on them. that sobers me up real quick, but i'm so mad about the card situation that i decide to get drunk...
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