So, I was all Irish & shit last night.
I didn't wear green. I got pinched 5 times TOTAL. 2 of those were from Monicoo. Another 2 were from some random chick in Sharkey's Pub. And the last was from Marie (another coworker).
I had invited Shea to come out, but she didn't make it out. I saw Jay - yes, Jay as in Jay & Silent Bob... because I look like Silent Bob, minus trenchcoat and the coolness factor of having a batman utility belt - Anyway, saw Jay, who I'd met the night before at Shea's, had a shot with him and one of the bartenders at the Bait Shack (had to have those fried pickles)... Apparently I told some random guy who was messing with the mic attached to the cd player/mixer that the bartender had 'one of the nicest asses in the world' - so, of course, he passes this right along to her. She looks over at me, smiles prettily, and does this sexy little shimmy that absolutely rocked my world in my state of Irish sedation.
And then she did the shot with us. it was my last drink of the night. I was feeling Irish and Mighty, so I left before I made a fool of myself (any more than I already had).
Get in the truck, listen to the 3 messages (all from Shea and Adam - apparently Shea was feeling fairly mighty herself, as was Sherri), call back, expecting to leave a message and drag my happy ass back home. Shea and Adam were still up. I missed a turn somewhere, so I talked to Shea while driving around Greenville lost. Find myself, smoke a ciggy, and make it over to their apartment.
Talked with Shea for a while. a long while. at one point I was mindlessly babbling at the TV while Shea laughed at me from across the room in one of the comfy chairs. Lost my train of thought on whatever I was talking about simply by trying to figure out what I was talking about. It was all Irish and shit.
Fell asleep at 6am, woke up at 8am (well, 8:30ish), and made it in to work almost on time. surprised the fuck out of me, too.
And here's to making Irish eyes smile.
