I'm a hoooooooorrible person.
Because I've never really celebrated St. Patrick's Day before.
Ok, that doesn't make me horrible.
But still.
I went to a concert once - and it was last year.
In general, St. Patty's always feels like just another day, so usually I forget to wear green.
Like today!
I got lucky though! I arrived to work and Boss-Lady immediately asked if I wore green today.
I froze. Oh shit. I forgot.
I opened my coat and looked down to see what I'd put on this morning (because, yes, I'd just thrown things on without caring).
What did I see?
Gorgeous, emerald, perfect-for-Patty Greeeeeeeeeeeeen!
I could breathe a sigh of relief. For once I have escaped the jokes and pinches.
Go, me!
I've bounced back and forth on the idea of purchasing a six-pack to celebrate the occasion, buuuuuut...
...I have to be up early tomorrow for a long day.
And I figure I'll be drinking tomorrow night.
Close enough.
Oh! I have a date tomorrow night!
Haha, it's ok. Zee knows.
A friend of mine is wanting a fake girlfriend to take to a play (Hamlet) put on by the kids he teaches. Apparently he's tired of the little snots thinking he's lame for being perpetually dateless. I don't mind the ruse at all. I haven't been out in a while, haven't seen him in a while, and I enjoy Shakespeare.
Besides, every now and then, it's kinda fun to be needed solely for my good looks.
