Hot from the bakery. With melted butter. The perfect lunch for St. Patrick’s Day Parade Day. My girlfriend is waiting for me to throw on some green and meet her downtown for a couple of pops. Her two favorite days are parade day and St. Patrick’s Day. These crowded, must drink all day, holidays are not for me. But apparently there is something in our friendship contract small print that states I must go out for at least one.
Update: I put on the green and went downtown and there was a line of drunk college kids to get in the bar she was in. Needless to say, we moved on. But ended up at the top of the street with another couple having a grand time sharing stupid human tricks.