Don't make me take my hoops off!

Oh, Saint Patrick's Day... how you truly did Sham-rock my life!

It was a pretty typical outing extravaganza night for me with the exception of a few highlights that I'll share with you.

I started off my evening at TTT with The Bodster and some of his friends. Had some blasties, but headed out before the night turned into one that I couldn't remember. I then headed up to the UES to meet up with D and get some drinkies and pizza. As we are devouring our delicious slices of heaven, homeboy behind us asked if I'd punch his friend in the face for $0.75. Obviously no! $1.75? Really? $21.75? Absolutely! Reasons why I love people that are more intoxicated than me!

With delivering a fake punch to the face and $20 in my pocket, we decided it was time to blow that joint. D and I really didn't do anything after that except to head back to our respective abodes.

Though heading home for means heading to Bar Coastal where I met up with V and ordered a few pitchers with some friends. Asian Evan sends his regards. Post Bar Coastal, V and I headed to Stumble Inn where we stumbled in and had another drink. This is where the night became even more epic. Random girl went all Jersey Shore on me and grabbed my hair and yanked with all of her guidette agression. I wanted to kill her, and by kill her, I mean bake her cupcakes so that she wouldn't destroy me (you clearly can't destroy someone who gives you cupcakes). The barista serving us was in shock and chased after homegirl. It was quite the scene. How do things like this actually happen in real life?

Good news. I'm home. I'm alive. I'm $20 richer. And I did not get my ass kicked. All in all, my St. Patty's Day was a success.



xoxo,

E