March 18, 2010

the world is mud-licious and puddle-wonderful

There's something fantastic about a St Patrick's Day so warm that my drink of choice is a grasshopper. I know global warming is bad and all, but the combination of ice cream and alcohol is enough to make me lease an SUV and never walk again.

During happy hour it was warm enough for throngs of shirtless men to constantly run past the bar. Spring is not the only thing that sprung last night.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.