Boobage, Bullying, and All-around Blarney!

St. Patty's day was a riot! Which is exactly what my friend Jana and I caused as we first walked inside Dudley's on Northgate this past Saturday. We were regaled w/clapping, hoots of glee, and even hugs! After about 5 minutes at our table we were then each given a shot of Apple Pucker, b/c we're just that freakin' COOL! (Or the Aggie b-ball team just won the game…whatever…we're still awesome).

Though I have been a bit too keen on lists lately, I must describe to you the amount of spirits that were ingested by yours truly this past St. Patrick's Day, 2007:

Black & Tan (Guinness & Bass)
Snakebite (Guiness & Ace Pear Cider)
Black&Blue (Guinness & Blue Moon)
Darme un beso
Flaming Dr. Pepper (w/beer)
Tiny sip of a Spic-mick
½ pitcher of Shiner
Shot of Apple Pucker
2 bottles of Guinness
1 Irish Car bomb (w/ANOTHER Guinness)
Pitcher of Blue Moon
2 tall (20 oz) glasses of Blue Moon
1 shot of indeterminate origin (Latin Manhattan, perhaps?)
Tuaca & Lemon something…(Lemondrop?)

This may better explain some of my actions which included starting a dance floor in a shot bar, ashing in my own beer (thanks to Jeri for the head's up), smacking Jana's ass more times than should be legal, sending risqué pics to various friends, breaking my shoe, getting wet-eyed at the sudden realization that YOU are the "too old to be here" lush hanging out w/ married folks who are only in the bars to visit (this isn't their top mode of merry-making, as is in the desperate case of yourself), and kneeing the groin of our very gracious and patient DD's husband as payback for the unfortunate timing of one errant straw cover. (Though he may soon not forget that when I get ruffled, mocking is the WORST way to handle me).

GOOD TIMES!!! College Station is not at all how I left it, but once inside places like "Dudley's Draw" and "The Chicken", I was able to settle into the time warp I had been seeking. There was one very adorable moment in The Chicken w/a young Ag w/white walls, glasses, and brown overalls, who when asked, absolutely assured us that he was old army 'round those parts. Uh…class of '03. Ouch. The other raw spot was our lame attempt at bench-fucking during spring break, though that did give me one last opportunity to pee on Moore Hall. Heh heh heh…. And my apologies to the poor fish who were hiding in their rooms when two rather loud, militant old Ags began banging "Hullabaloo" on their windows. May you never be faced w/the same apathy when nostalgia calls and you try to relive but a moment of some of the best years in your life. (But seriously, we were scary-drunk, and ya'll had every good reason to hide from us)

And on the non-drunken part of the weekend (though admittedly there were not many of those moments), much thanks to Molly & Joel for dinner, Jana & Nick for hosting me (though I suspect Nick put up w/his Beer Bunnies in order to get in good w/the Breakfast Bunnies), and Jeri & Jared for putting up w/me in general. Next time let's play in my backyard!