I worked a black tie event for the Friendly Sons of St. Patrick. Got to get really prettied up. Got free beer, and sat and watched 700 drunk men in tuxes. The start of the event had them singing & a procession of kilted men with bagpipes; it was so loud, so beautiful, very moving.
I got hit on really bad, but got a phone number of one of the guys I liked hitting on me! Then somehow made my way across the river to meet up with a slew of friends at a neighborhood bar. Then that slew met up with a slew I invited from the black tie thingy, and we all partied til they kicked us out at 2am. So then we walked to a gal's house that lived nearby, watched "Saw" and well the night ended for me at 4:45, when I got home & wondered why I drank so much... the pictures taken last night are scary but funny. Guinness galore & loads of interesting expressions.
Today, having the worst hangover on earth, but Taco Bell just made it a bit better. Feet hurt from those dang high heels. They are pretty dang high heels but lord, I am used to flats or being barefoot.
Back to my hangover... glad everyone did something to celebrate St. Pat's!