To celebrate St. Patrick’s Day — and when your mother has a last name of “Halligan” and works on a project code-named “Guinness”, it’s not really optional — I’m standing outside the James Joyce in line, waiting for, oh, I’d say 30 people to leave. Then I can join rev/transfix/pop inside and get my blarney on.

The girls in front of me would not, I’m sure, be able to stand on their own, but somehow they’re able to keep each other vertical. A miracle of modern social engineering, I would say. The crew inside have been drinking long enough that they have a table, and this is the second pub they hit, so I have no possible hope of catching them. I’m sure they’ll make me try, though.

I guess this is the college experience I missed! [tags]social, roaming, random, mom[/tags]