Monday, March 18, 2013
Err and go Bra
So let's recount my morning. I greeted an Irish neighbor and his dogs with Irish names, served some corned beef to my Irish friend, took a shower with Irish Spring soap, and put on some green clothing. What I wasn't going to do on Saint Patty's Day was drink one drop of alcohol. No green beer, no green schnapps, nothing. Not vodka, not wine, not even a swig of Nyquil. I am alcoholled out since Mr. Morrison has come to visit. It's not his fault, that's just how things happen when we're together. Besides, I don't like to go drinking with amateurs and Saint Patrick's Day is full of them. The kind of people who puke up their green beer. Guy's who hang on you all drunk, get right up in your face, and tell you crap. The drinker who falls asleep at the bar. I don't like them. So I yesterday I stayed home and did nothing, and this morning I feel great. We'll see what happens next weekend. I'm going to a wedding in Milwaukee. I hear they brew beer there.