T’was the night before St. Pat’s and all through the house,
everyone was stirring, all a bit soused.
With pringles and pretzels, whiskey and wine,
All made merry, all were … a tad plastered and some fella spiked his own drink with LSD while we were all drinking this green vodka punch stuff.
I arrived in a suit, owing to the fact that it was the only clean outfit I had in my wardrobe. I didn’t feel over-dressed, but for some reason everyone else felt under-dressed. Strange how confidence works.
Tomorrow, more drinking. As it’s St. Patricks, which I usually despise, but I’ve got a good feeling about this one.