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St. Patty's Day recap:

While I was at work, Jhay did some leg work and visited all the Irish Pubs within a mile of our house. (There are like 5 I think.) He finally found one that a) didn't charge a cover and b) had good drink specials. So when he picked me up, he brought me my official SPD tank top that I bought at a Walmart in Savannah, GA, and we headed over to Kelly's.

I'm still very tired, so you don't get a full narrative - only a few points.

• I had my very first green beer. There was way too much food coloring in there, and it was kind of gross. Also, lots of "personal" things were green for a while, which I didn't like.


• The DJ sucked ass. Apparently he was trying to stream music directly from the internet even though he had a very weak wifi signal. I heard the beginnings of Dropkick Murphys "I'm Shipping Out To Boston," which I love, but then that song was interrupted and never restarted. He did, however, play multiple songs by Kid Rock and Michael Jackson. When I think SPD, I think Michael Jackson.
• They hired shot girls for the day, which I wish I had known about so I could call out from my regular job and make more money in cash over there. Anyway we tried to befriend a few of them. One in particular was super cool, and she had tattoos and wasn't a stuck up bitch. I wanted to take her home with me.
• Lots of people bought us shots. I think jello is one of the most disgusting things ever, but I ended up doing about 3 jello shots. I also did 3 or 4 test tube shots that were red and delicious. Plus 3 beers (only one of which was green).
• Some guy tried to start a fight with me. Seriously. Jhay went to the bathroom, and this guy tried to take his chair. It's not like he said "can I sit here for a second?" No. I had my feet up on the chair and he actually tried to wrestle it away from me. So we got in a shouting match. At one point he said something along the lines of "wait til your faggot boyfriend gets back, we'll take this outside!" (because saying faggot boyfriend to a girl makes sense) and I said "no need to wait for him. If you want to fight somebody, fight me!" Then he said that I'm worthless, which made me want to break his nose and/or knees. Btw, my martial arts training assures that I am NOT worthless, especially in a fight. I found out later that he was military, but he was also shitfaced in a bar picking fights with a girl, so I had no respect for him. Plus I was super pissed off. As his brother (who had been buying us shots) led him out of the bar, the guy yelled back "I told you your tattoos were hot, I thought we were cool!" Because giving a girl a compliment means that you can then be a douchebag and insult her.
• Since our major shot buyer left, we decided to leave shortly therafter as well. We stopped to say goodbye to our new shot girl friend and headed the few blocks home, where we went to sleep and DID NOT want to wake up this morning. Luckily my job is not so demanding that I can't do it with a pounding headache.

ps - still no inet at home.Yay work?