I'd been extraordinarily wishy-washy about doing anything at all. Until the very moment the phone rang. On one hand I just fuckin' didn't want to. On the other hand, I knew if I didn't go St. Patricking I would likely never enjoy it again. And with St. Pat's being my favorite of all of the days on the calendar, and the fact that I'd already missed the past two St. Pat's I felt like I had to at least try to do it. Until this week I'd whole hardily been on the, "I'm reclaiming my St. Patrick's Day" kick.
This time last year Papa started to take his final turn. The year before that I had attended LB2'd's bacholorette party on the 17th. Held at a mexican restaurant. What's my problem with mexicans, their food or their delightfully boozy drinks? Answer: Nuthin'. Except for the fact that sitting at El Guadalajara Mexicali Agua Uno Pistola Grill (
My friend Beannie and I had made a plan to St. Patrick's last week, before all of the ta-doin's. And I felt like I simply could not let him take this St. Pat's from me. So out we ventured into the world of St. Patricking.
And now you can see why Beannie and I are friends. Why wouldn't I have a friend who also, with noooooo reason to know how to sign (neither of us know any deaf peeps) is up for badly signing to some stranger because it seems like an adventure?!?
Um. Every fucking one.
I talked to many strangers/new people. Some entertained me. Some did not. But at least none of 'em told me they loved me, started building a life with me and then dropped on me they were moving out of state in 7 days. (Bitter much? Oh, SUCK IT. ...Don't I have reason to be bitter?!?!)
I pulled a ponytail. (Thank you world for continuing to bring guys with ridiculously amazing long ass locks into my world, er reach.)
I stickered people. For those of the uninitiated, when I'm in a large crowd for fun occasions (tailgating, St. Pat's, etc.) I often like to put stickers on people. A) I think it's fun. 2) I'm wearin' one. If'n I'm gonna look like a freak, guess what, you are too. III) It's a great way to keep track of who I've visited with, and allows strangers to feel like they're good to talk randomly to other strangers who are wearin' the same symbol. Win/win/win, right?
We checked out one more place as we made our way home(s). For some reason, er no reason, really, it's a place very close to my pad that I'd never stepped foot in.