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St Patrick’s Day 2007:
Start the morning at one friend’s house, watch Avatar, play DS, begin drinking. Introduce my friends to my new girlfriend.
Move on to another friend’s house, picking up more friends and more steam, continue drinking and playing Bullshit.
Move on to Founding, add more friends, add more drinks, play Johnny Up, incur dreadful wrath over a few ice cubes, play more DS, and eventually the sun goes down.
Spent 3/17 making a nice corned beef dinner.
GOOD TIMES.

St Patrick’s Day 2008:
Run the Shamrock Run, shamefully (see my first blog post ever here).
Spent 3/17 on a boat sailing around the island of Kauai. Can’t complain.
GOOD TIMES, missed my friends though.

St Patrick’s Day 2009:
Run the Shamrock Run, turned in my best 8k time to date at 47:20
Attend the parade for the first time, largely due to an overwhelming crowd driving us from our beloved haunt. Retire with some friends in the evening for more drinks and hanging out. Many from prior years are absent, and we’re all a little more tired than fired up.
Spent 3/17 lying low and getting angry at the loud idiots surrounding my house. Wondered why all my friends were so intent on going out drinking when it seemed like a better idea to recuperate and wait for the weekend. Around 10:30pm, looked at a calendar and slapped my stupid forehead.
DOH.

The moral of the story? As far as I can tell, competing in the Shamrock Run somehow has an adverse effect on one’s ability to enjoy good old St Patrick’s Day festivities.

...Please let it be that and not that we’re getting old.