Saturday, September 17, 2005
I don't even know.
Last night I went to Art Palace for Nathan's Green opening, then to 2nd street for Erin/Jarod/Eric/Aaron/Abe's opening. Then went to a bar and had more Irish car bombs. Yes, after the worst hang-over in the history of Irish alcoholism, I went back and gots me some more. Obviously I crave the sickeningly viscous Guinness. Me likey. When I nurse my future children, I will ween them on this particular ambrosia. They will grow up to be little red-nosed Dubliner wannabes who start fights over baked potatoes and chikies. They will be proud of their irridescent Irish skin, relishing in the fact that their mother gave them the power to repell the SUN. It's nice not worrying about tans.