In observance of the holiday weekend, I had a little Bailey’s in my morning cup o’ joe.
Which is tasty and fun and probably pretty harmless.
Unless you’ve got a pot-a-day habit like, me.
Don’t worry people, I’m good with ratios.
Hey, know what?
Just minutes ago, I heard someone honking on the bag pipes outside so I ran to the window. Across the street a fella in a kilt was playing a little ditty for a toddler who was so mesmerized his eyes were the size of a Tam o' Shanter.
It was kinda neat-o.
It’s still early so things are still civilized and people are still sober, but rumor has it there’s a parade today – and the route is set for directly under my window so I am trying to beat feet outta here before that action starts.
And although I am not necessarily as anti-parade as some people (who I manage to adore anyway) - taking into consideration all the pubs with in a 4 block radius have been packed since, like, dawn – I’ve got all night to step in green vomit and enjoy the sweet sounds of Sorority Sisters retching noisely below my bedroom window.
It’s gonna be like Girls Gone Wild IX: St. Patty’s Day ’02 Brought to you Miller Lite and featuring the Trojan Under the Kilt Peek-A-Boo-Cam out there.
And that my friends, I don’t want a thing do with.
Unless the producers want to talk redisuals.
I’m kidding, people, kidding!
Enjoy your weekend.