St Pattys and why I should never drink on a Tuesday

So of course like many of you the annual I need to celebrate my Irish part of my mutt roots came to pass. I headed down to the Gulf Gate area to partake in what I hoped would not be green beer and drown my sorrows about the upcoming possible job lay offs. I had a fun group of locals with me and I think I had one of the most fun nights in the SRQ that I have had in sometime. We hung out in the tent area at the Irish Rovery ( I think that's the name) I finally got to see sweatpants out again. I even reconnected with an old friend. All in all it was a great night. Until the next morning. Ya see I was doing fine drinking a couple of Killian's and partaking in all the strange sights that come with grown men wearing leprechaun attire. And even women sporting green hair wigs. First I have to ask why would one need to wear a green wig on this day. Can't ya just put some green clothing on like the rest of the world and throw on a necklace and call it day. Anyway my friend J met some old man and though we accuse her quite a bit of having a daddy complex.. this one took the cake. I am pretty sure he tried to really kiss her. Silly Viagra thinking ole men can have any young girl they like!!! But I once again am off subject. Sweatpants was kind enough to come meet my friends and the like and then extend an invitation to join his friends at The Thirsty Turtle. Well shortly after our arrival sweatpants and the gang headed out to the key and Myself and my two guy friends thought it would be a good idea to switch to hard stuff. Let's just say Wednesday was a very very very long workday indeed. I have to say I was mostly impressed with how many young people were out. Maybe this town is not so old after all and I will actually admit to having some fun around here. I even might want to stay.