Would you like some in ya? World’s best pick-up line. Except when you’re a girl. And have already heard it 300 times.
My St. Patrick’s Day celebration began on Saturday and lasted pretty much up until Wednesday. What? I’m Irish. Rumour has it my family members come from Cork. Dad’s red-haired siblings and our surname “Walsh” might confirm this.
Saturday, I invited a bunch of people over for green drinkin’. I was expecting a weird mix of people. Not “weird” as in crazy or strange, just a mesh from different groups. There were my work friends, life friends, college friends, friends’ significant others, etc. Fortunately, we were all on a mission to get liquored up, which really solidifies those lifelong, meaningful bonds.
The green dream team!
Lately, I’ve been able to gauge how fun my night was by emptying the contents of my purse/pockets. Sunday morning I found several green coins inscribed with “Get Lucky!”, two condoms, and a packet of lube. I love how high my optimism runs (and no, I did not use any of those things).
Anyway, apparently throughout the night I visited a total of seven different bars. Seven. I don’t even see so many bars at George Street Festival. I went to the Levee to send birthday wishes to Blondie, only to end up at the wrong bar…Distortion. By the time I found the Levee, Blondie was too drunk to function and so we headed to The Republic to find the rest of the group.
But The Republic was empty. We went to Lottie’s, found our folks, drank some beers and danced a little.
Then Dusk. At that point, myself and Maggie lost the rest of the group. We stayed for all of 10 minutes, headed to Christian’s, and then went to the Celtic Hearth.
WTFH? Pretty sure I burned 43840343 calories just running around. And then gained them all back by devouring an entire plate of nachos.
Also, this is NOT how you start a financial overhaul.
Anyway, the real St. Paddy’s Day was a hoot as well, but you can read more about that at Candice Does the World.
I decided to stay in last night, sleep for ten hours and wake up to tackle the world. I feel like I could climb Mt. Everest, but instead I got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed the kitchen floor. Baby steps.
True story: last night I was over at Dave & Brians, and while in the kitchen fixing myself a burger, I randomly put my hand in my pocket and find… A GET LUCK COIN!
wtf.
not the pants I was wearing Saturday night… I think I was wearing them Wednesday though. Either got a coin from you or Renee, or stole a coin from you or Renee… ;D
Scrubbing the kitchen floor: always important. That shit gets DIRTY.
Cleaning my house is just like climbing Mt Everest.
Re: Purse findings.
At least you are prepared. Nothing sucks more than a cock block from being unprepared.
Ah yeah, scrubbing my floor is basically my Mt Everest.. but good for you. Sounds like a blast as always Candice!! And you look fab in green of course!
You make me giggle, audibly. Sounds like a fabulous night out, despite the non-use of said condoms and lube.
A Saturday through Wednesday party!!! I’m impressed Candice! I can’t handle a party that last until midnight anymore!
Aaaah yes, I miss those days. Now I get excited when I save up the episodes of “Survivor” and stay up late to watch them.
Somehow when I think of you being drunk and eating nachos David Hasselhoff comes to mind… Though I’m sure it wasn’t like that, right?