st. pat’s ’07
Twas the third anniversary of the big night and a night for celebration as my car insurance is now at a reasonable bank. I have to admit i was a bit tweaked, thinking I’d get too into the festivities. Things unfolded swimmingly though. Twas cake.
The day started off right, with an experiment. The Lake Inn claims to have the best burgers in town and we figured we’d put their sign to the test. The place is sweet. The burger is not the best in town, but it’s pretty dece anyway. And it’s not a specialty burger like the lucy. We chilled there for a couple pitchers watching some NCAA.
We hit the drink store and a couple ATMs in preparation and then were back at the lakehouse watching games on tv drinking primos or blatz with Dropkick Murphy jamming through the speakers. JB arrived with Fred around six and we stuck around the house until about seven-thirty. From there it was loading into cars and parking by the Cardinal. As i took an open spot the car next to me in the oncoming lane rolled down his window and i did the same. The exchange was an odd one…
“That’s my house.” Says the guy.
“But it’s an open spot. So I took it.” I says back.
“I just left two minutes ago. That’s my house.”
“How am I supposed to know you just left. It was open.” And from my right; “It’s an open place on a public road. It doesn’t matter where your house is.”* Chimes G.
The guy gets all tweaked and huffed and replies, “If you can’t appreciate the irony here, you just go ahead and park there. Park wherever you want.” He then lays track immediate-like as muffled laughs spark up in the back seat.
So after he’s out of sight and the pack from the other car come around my front-end I can’t help but say “I should have asked him if it rained on his wedding day.”I comes to find later he had his blinker on, but the fact remains that he was on the wrong side of the street with no place to actually turn around into the spot and hadn’t even come to a stop before i was parked. So fuck that guy.
The rail was pretty uneventful and we hit the streets of downtown toward Bootleggers. JB provided free drink tickets, but we had about a half hour before they kicked in. or at least that’s what we thought. One of the tenders upstairs was already serving the freebies to G. the beer tasted much like the die i had to ingest for my CT scans. It was pretty much disgusting shit, but i still had about three glasses.
We laid claim to a few sofas and watched the Minnesota hockey and NCAA games while drinking pretty heavily. We tore through two different plastic leprechaun hats in about a half hour. The destruction was a theme throughout the eve. I grabbed up a choch necklace that somehow stayed with me until i cashed. The group ended up with a syncronized stomp at one point and Dropkick Murphy’s shipping up to Boston was heard twice. Covi even started talking to a girl from somewheres somehow. It was pretty saturated with choch, but not a bad time. We stuck around until almost ten to get as many of those shitty green beers as possible.
From there it was the Imperial I’m still hard-pressed to think of a reason why and that was basically just one beer and some walking in circles before we hit the rail again. This time headed to cedar/riverside for Triple Rock. On the way in i saw Kevin from 2 Men and had a pretty good convers with him for awhile. Talking of 2 Men politics and happenings while he drained a cancer. His buddy was a riot, inviting me to a recording session and such things. He also offered up his members only jacket as i was wearing mine if i were to show. I walked back in and met up with the boys with Covi bringing an old style from his coat somewhere. Twas magic. The band wasn’t on and we were just standing around when JB and some others met up. We soon were center-front when the band came back on. Somehow we started kicking and smashing a couple shot glasses that were filled with glow-in-the-dark goo. It pretty much ended up everywhere.
We were there for quite awhile, but then my night sort of chilled. I started to get caught up in the douchebags that filled the bar. The boys were starting to get crazy drunk and it was pretty hilarious, but not enough to pick me back out. We headed toward the rail and got on at Franklin ave after joking with some folk that were already waiting there who had been kicked out of cabooze because the chick went into the men’s pisser. Or at least i thought we did. Turns out G and Fish were headed back to find Fish’s cell. The set that made it back to the cardinal JB, Sam, blond girl, Covi, and I shared a brew. Well some did, JB and I were outside on the phone he was figuring out the situation with the AWOL cell and i was getting permission to use G’s car on a run to B.King.
The King was good to us and we headed back to the lakehouse to grub. I was gearing up to head back up and pick G and Fish up, but when we got to the house Kwapik’s Jeep pulled in and we were all good. Well Fish was out a cell, but the group was in one place. I come to find out the guy had picked up the cell and said he would meet at Hard Times Sunday at one to exchange. But he also mentioned he rode a bike and was bald. So Fish wasn’t optimistic.
Today i went with him to pick up his phone, but besides an awesome breakfast it was a no-go. So we hit the Sprint store to figure options and he suspended his phone. He’s now using Butz’s until the beginning of May when his plan comes due.
All in all it was a good night despite a few set backs and i was in a better mood than last year. I had a pretty awesome night and only needed a few texts to my favorite to recover from the slight dip in mood. Cheers for another one in the bag and a few extra bones in me pocket.
* Quotes approximate.