I didn’t realize the extent to which pubic drunkenness was a part of St. Patrick’s Day. I mean, I know people drink, but I guess that I expect individuals outside of college bars to know how to hold their liquor. In my little night downtown, this is what I saw/experienced:
-man speaking with a fake Irish accent putting his arms around me and a friend and guiding us into Vaughns, yelling to the staff to “let these birds in for free.” (We blushed, giggled, and ran the hell out of there once that guy left)
-someone stumbling into the side of a port-a-potty
-a few couples having verbal arguments in the street
-lots of staggering people
-someone chugging ketchup from the bottle in the restaurant that we decided to eat at. He was being egged on by friends, and then a neighboring table that I’m assuming didn’t know him, cheered and handed him another bottle of ketchup. In between chugging, he started singing that song “I’m not going to write you a love song because you asked for it” really really really out of tune. Like seriously out of tune. I could have done a better job. Then, he proceeded to run out of the place and broke the door.
I don’t have any crazy antics of my own to report, and I prefer to keep it that way.
If anyone’s interested, I’m pretty sure the St. Patrick’s festivities are going to continue on for the next few days. If green beer is your thing, I’m guessing you can get some tomorrow and Monday.