Way back when…

I was having a reminisce today about St. Patrick’s days in my past.  Being a girl who liked to party, any excuse was a good one for me and the green kissing day seemed as good as an excuse as any.

I remember one year wearing a green sweater, a blue tiara and green boots and taking the twin cities on by storm.  We started the day in St. Paul for the parade there, and then worked our way back to Kieran’s Irish Pub in Minneapolis to do some more celebrating.

At some point during the evening a guy bought me a shot and after I put it down the hatch he tried to pull it back out with his tongue…. and I hit him.

Apparently I’m adverse to going with the flow, even when having a good time.

The bar tender laughed so hard at the whole situation that he bought me another shot of Jameson and off I went to find my friends.

As I sit here now, nearly a decade later, half working and half writing this post, I have to laugh and wonder who the heck that girl was.  She might have been a blast to run around with.

Do you think she would be bummed at seeing me still in lounge pants with no thoughts of heading out after the work is done?  Or do you think she’d just make me put on some real pants and go?

If she shows up I’m going to show her the door.    Dad has cable and I know how to use it.  Recliner, HERE I COME!!!