Day 232

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.