Indeed.

Indeed, a full tilt celebration of St. Patrick's day was had on Friday night/ Saturday morning. 31 beers of various varieties ( Particularly PBR, Killian's Irish Red, and Sierra Nevada Pale Ale), half a bottle of Red Banana flavored MD 20/20, and whatever everyone had at the bar ( including a community effort in the consumption of 3 mystery martinis which were abandoned untouched at the table next to us... oh, God.) later it is safe to say life long friendships among our band of six were forged. We enthusiastically accompanied 80's and 90's grunge essentials with our accomplished air guitar stylings, passed a peace pipe, and consumed "healthy" amounts of beef stew, mashed potatoes, and vegetarian shepherd's pie.





In the morning I woke up to this image, which I think accurately describes the consequences of such hedonistic levels of indulgence:

Mismatched socks, jeans (and you can't see it but still wearing his jacket!), my dear friend spent the night unable to make it to his home, which is within walking distance.

To stave off incredibly bad (and admittedly deserved) hangovers, we hosted a small after party (minus one member of our fellowship) by having blueberry banana pancakes for breakfast...at 1:30 pm.

We are staying in tonight with a quiet evening spent viewing Blue Velvet and eating popcorn. NO BOOZE!

**Just so I can feel better, I must say that this type of weekly craziness is unprecedented for me. **