Had a great day in general. The sun was out, Sara had the day off, and I got my new teeth. (more on that at a later date. I have a really funny store and photo to go with it: BONUS!) I had to work at the Sole of course, but we did a wee bit 'o celebrating there. Then it was off to the pubs. Sara, Nick, Emali, Mariah, Katie and some foriegn guy. Old friend of Mariah's... I was confused. So we're at this pub, great music, Guiness is flowing. I danced a jig. Oh yes I most certainly did. I don't know where it came from. All that Irish in my just poured right out. Long time ago when our friends from Ireland were here Colin taught me how to properly jig. But that was years ago, and not something I keep regulary practicing. But last night Emali challanged me, and next thing you know there I go, with people standing around in a circle clapping and watching. I really hope they weren't mocking, cause I was not doing a good job. I was wearing birkenstocks with green shamrock socks...not the proper footwear for jigging. Anyway, then I got everyone into it, and off we were jigging the night away. So all in all it was the most lovely time. I met random people (big surprise) and had many many drinks. Unfortunatly the night didn't end there, and took and icky and drastic turn. So we went for breakfast at Minnies. Minnies is right on this corner with solid windows facing the street. Well of course some drunk guy decides to come and be drunk in front of the window, dancing around being a jackass. Whatever. We've all been a jackass in our day right? Well then some testosterone pumped, ego-driven, equally as drunk #$%&@# (Edited for content in case one of my younger readers comes across this) goes out to 'take care of business'. He beat the crap out of him. Insanely beat the guy to a bloody, limp pulp in front of the windows for all the early morning breakfast eaters to veiw as they're chomping down on their eggs loren. And this guy was vicious. Drunk dancing guy was down, in the middle of the street, and Drunk beating up guy was still kicking him so hard in the jaw/neck area that the guy was rising off the ground. It was the most morbid sight. I can't get the picture out of my head. But here's the kicker. Everyone in that resturaunt except Sara and I thought that the guy deserved it. WHAT? We couldn't believe it. Yeah he was a drunk dumbass, but he could now be dead for just being a drunk dumbass. Would you all like to be dead just cause you were being stupid. It was awful. Sorry this was not a fun story. I'll try to get the teeth story with photo up soon so you have something a little more uplifting.
Hope all of your St. Patty's Days rocked, and didn't involved calling 911 -- oh and -- peace.