Robin and I live around the corner from an Irish bar called Emmits Pub. Every year, a bizarre ritual occurs right around March 17th: a line forms around the block consisting of folks eager to drink in Saint Patty's Day at an "authentic" Irish bar. The next day we always find lots of stupid green hats scattered about the pavement.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Morning After
Robin and I live around the corner from an Irish bar called Emmits Pub. Every year, a bizarre ritual occurs right around March 17th: a line forms around the block consisting of folks eager to drink in Saint Patty's Day at an "authentic" Irish bar. The next day we always find lots of stupid green hats scattered about the pavement.
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