Happy Drinking Day!

I've never been one to celebrate St. Patty's day, despite my Irish ancestry and the prominent "Mc" at the beginning of my last name. Hey, I'm a teetotaller, darn it. This means that the primary benefit of celebrating this day - i.e., getting hammered like you've never been hammered before - is not an option for me. Ergo, my observation of the holiday has always been pretty muted. The closest I've ever come to doing ANYTHING for Patty was the year I wore a "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" pin, because Heather convinced me that all the women who I made blush with my Valentine's Day schtick would wanna reward me for it. Um, yeah. I think I got one kiss, total, and if memory serves me, it was from Heather. :)

Meantime, last night was full of friends and happenings (Beth and John hanging at Big Boy and talking for hours, Heather W. at the movies seeing "The Jacket" - not bad, not great, BTW...), and tonight is full of work (nighttime shift so I can help intro the "Beauty Shop" preview). So I'm pretty party resistant tonight, anyway. But everyone else have a blast this evening, and no matter how plastered you get, BE SAFE DRIVING HOME, okay?