16 March 2006
Yeah I haven't been that motivated to post lately. Tech work coming in from all sides for me to handle, and balancing that with a woman, friends, and a much gaming as I can fit has made me a very busy boy. Got to hang out with the Tight Shirt Man last night, it was glorious, like the old days. If you don't know, don't ask, but let it bug you. A lot. I was wondering today exactly why St. Pattie's Day is like a drunk's Christmas without having to worry about the family. What made this saints day such a debacle? This saint that was captured by the English in Ireland for ministering, he then escapes, walks 200 miles up the coast, has a vision of converting the whole of Ireland over to Christ, and nowadays the Protestants and the Catholics on the island don't "get along" so well. By "get along" I usually mean their main form of communication to eachother is the explosion from a car bomb. So what the hell? What made this holiday become what it is? Well, ah fuck it, I'm going to drink some whiskey. And knock yer ass out, then I'll sing about it. "Oh, the night you said my girl was fat, I knocked you down and shit in your hat." What was I saying again?
verse 2:
Then I decided to slap my knee and ordered a straw to drink me whiskey.
St. Patrick is the Gerry Garcia of saints.
Discuss.