Yes people it’s that time again- HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY! And since I’m a third Irish and a New Yorker St. Paddy’s has a very special meaning, beating the shit outta Proddies and getting pissed at the steps of St. Pat’s Cathedral.
Can you feel the love in the air? Yeah, well, I can’t wait for my parish’s big parade this Sunday. The AOH gets especially hilarious at the cop n’ firefighter dive. I might take a stroll out into the city after the parade (it’s hell right next to Columbus Day on the streets), grab a Guinness (that they don’t TRY to dye green), flirt with some drunks, and pick up some Smirnoff Ice (hopefully Key Food will have some of the flavored ones left because that hard lemonade/iced tea is shite).
And one more thing before I sign off, check out my links because I added my fic blog. There might be an original work or two in the future, but I doubt it.
Have a good one!
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