On the piss

Maybe you wondered why I didn't post earlier. I'm not worn out from last night's crazy Céilí or mass consumption of ANYTHING green.
I'm trying to find something from last night to write about.
Matt had camera club and my book club had been put off for another week (assuming all members had better things to do). I recall thinking that I should call some people in case anyone out there was having fun. But I waited too long and phone rings were drowned by bodhráns and tin whistles.
There was a glimmer of hope when we almost went to the liquor store to buy some Guinness. But they were closed. Naturally.
Matt threatened to make me watch Law and Order (hate, hate with daggers), but we settled on the very Irish surfing movie Blue Crush.
Poor showing for me for the first ever St. Patrick's Day without celebration. Shame, shame, know your name.