Luck O' The IrishHey, who has two thumbs and a meeting at 42nd St. and 5th Ave. this morning...during the St. Patrick's Day Parade? This guy. Getting to the building was not difficult. Coming out, however, I was nearly run down by the throngs of people I'd never like to be close to again, which today included a passel of retarded folks in full shiny green mylar-and-felt regalia (oddly reminiscent of the Antigeist's xmas experience) who, though sober, were probably hopped up on green candy and the unmeasurable Sturm und Drang brought on by bagpipe bands. I got engulfed by their group and sort of tripped over one in a wheelchair (I'm so, so sorry about that). They smiled.* *This, folks, also works as a metaphor for St. Patrick's Day in general, see also, Who Wants Cake? Posted by Dana at 01:16 PM
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Shit from an Old NotebookYesterday morning at about 9:30, I was meeting the girlfriend (and the girlfriend's mother, and the girlfriend's mother's best friend) at Grand Central. It was overrun with hordes of already-drunk Irish-esque fratboys (identifiable because they have swapped their dingy white baseball caps for dingy green baseball caps.) That, and lots and lots and lots of firefighter types, hooting in unison as they went out in search of green beer. (I haven't seen that many walrus mustaches in unison since, well, that unfortunate incident at the San Diego Zoo back in '94.)
Posted by: Vidiot at March 18, 2005 11:50 AM