Green with envy
Ah St. Patrick’s day is a jolly ol’ holiday. Rachel came into town, which was great. On Sunday morning we got up and immediately started drinking mimosas to prepare for the Southside Irish Parade. By 9 am the two of us had polished off a bottle of champagne. The bus ride down to the Southside consisted of a lovely homemade concoction of vodka and Gatorade. I think it is important to hydrate while getting drunk, and what better way? We even managed to actually watch some of the parade, although I think we were offending the people who had their children there. Didn’t they expect drunks at the parade? We all sported the Team Tanked shirts (which were a product of yours truly) and they were a big hit. People began asking how one became part of Team Tanked. Benji decided that the new recruits must give him head, unless of course it was a guy, then they would have to give me head.
It was a remarkable day and a momentous celebration of friendship and the booze, err… BONDS, that hold us together. The bus ride home was a little bit rough. Travis was throwing up, Laurie passing out, Rachel talking to strangers and Jen and Paul were breaking up again… although perhaps those turn out to be best stories to tell later.