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Sunday, March 19, 2006 

St. Patty's 2006

One of the best holidays of the year has come and gone and I had an awesome time.

It started Friday at work. I was trying to decide what to do. I thought about going to EL to party. Not only were the kids back from Spring Break, but the MSU basketball game would be playing too. So, the bars were gonna be packed. I planned on taking a cab to the bars. I felt that Karma was working against me and the last thing I need in my life is a DUI. Trouble is, a cab ride to downtown is about $15 from my house. Each way. I didn't know if it was worth paying $15 to get to the bars in EL. Unsure of what to do, I consulted T. She mentioned she was going to a party in Ann Arbor with some ND girls (who I didn't know) and got permission to invite me along. And that's where my adventure begins.

It was a really great time. I met both of T's friends and they were really cool. I have to say that's a cool thing about ND. No matter who you are, even if you haven't met before, people are generally nice. So we drove down to Ave Maria law school to the party. It was a good time. There was a keg and jello shots. I also was not the only black person at the party! I met a law school couple who were a hoot and to pass the time we stood in the hall outside the bathroom and timed people to see if they washed their hands after they finished. And if we thought they didn't, we told them so. Loudly. While watching the bathroom, I ran into an ND guy who I worked with on a couple of clubs at school. He graduated a year before me. How random! I'm telling you, ND people are EVERYWHERE! Only I could go to a party in Ann Arbor (that I wasn't even originally invited to) and find an ND person who I actually knew.

So we ended up staying at the party till the very end. I wanted to leave early and hit the Ann Arbor bars, but our hostess was a bit too intoxicated to drive so we stayed longer so she chold sober up. In the interim, T and I found a corner to sit and observe. At that moment, an odd looking boy approached. He talked with a bit of an accent that sounded fake and he told me that he was an Italian dancer in Law school and he was from my hometown. At first I thought he would be a good person to talk to so I asked him what HS he went to. He told me and I told him my school. He acted like he never heard of my school before. I knew he was a fake. So I decided to ignore him. He wasn't attractive anyway. He left and came back a bit later. He sat down beside me and asked me if I thought T would give him her number. I told him to ask her himself. He was really bothering me now. He said that he was shy and I told him to get over it.

Not to be outdone, the annoying boy left, and came back a THIRD time. This time he sat next to T. I don't remember what he asked her or what he was talking about, but I remember looking him straight in the face and saying, "Why are you still here? Go AWAY!" It might have been rude, but he deserved it.

So that was my St. Patty's day. It was a ton of fun. I had corned beef and cabbage, I had beer, I had green jello shots. Just as St. Patrick would have wanted it.

you realize that you just admitted to eating. i thought you didn't do that...

I'm glad you had a good St. Pat's. Mine was fun but... weird.

seriously. St. Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland so we could do shamrock-shaped lime-flavored green j-ello shots. I truly believe that.

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