what was the worst thing you saw last night or encountered while you were at a bar enjoying st. pattys day??? i was cooking last night at a very busy irish bar so i only got see bits and pieces of things... the bar did karaoke last night and there is nothing better then watching uber drunk people just butcher songs... well there was this sloth of a girl that was so wasted that she had to sing five times, and when she wasn't singing she had to get her groove on... typically this wouldn't bother me because everyone is entitled to have a good time, but this girl who should be on the biggest loser next year was wearing clothes that a much skinnier girl should be wearing... if the karaoke/dance floor wasn't setup right infront of the kitchen i could have ignored it, but every time i walked past the kitchen door out to the bar or put a order up for the waitresses she was right there... it was like a train wreck...
OT: worst thing you saw last night???
A singing fat chick was the craziest St. Pat's Day shenanigan you saw?
I know man, I know....I miss college too.
miss the part where i said i was working??? you can only see so much from the kitchen... by the time i got done at 12am the bar started clearing out... but the fat chick was still there and she kept coming up the bar and apologizing for her male friend that had just got kicked for picking fights and then got into a fight out in the parking lot...
No, I got that part too, it's just.....if that were the best story I had from the evening, I think I'd just hang on to it.
T'anks. Got tired of not having one. It's a more productive way to spend my time at work than how I'll be spending it the rest of the day.
If you do it, you have to convince Brian to have a spot for retired avatars. Your is one of the better ones and I would hate to lose it!
1) The inside of my property book because I have a midterm next thursday and a brief to write this weekend.
2) A couple of black and tans that were:
Seriously, how hard it is to get an equal poor people? I want half Guinness and half Harp, not some weak 40/60 split.
Upon reading this, I miss college. I wish I had more absurd stories to tell about last night. Instead I went home and studied for four hours after a quick stop at the bar.
Nice catch on my shitty proofreading job.
Although I'm not certain how the Ty Duffy comment works it's way in. Am I missing something?
the backs of my eyelids.
.... Nothing worse than when fat chicks start dancing in the middle of a grassy field.
catch i fixed the spelling...
In my toilet.
through which orifice it traveled? Cause most people probably don't care about you dooking out your corned beef and cabbage.
diarrhea of the mouth. I'm not one to talk about when I process Hot Pockets.
Edit: Now I must +1 you...my friend just told me about the awesome corned beef and cabbage they had last night.
As I was getting into a yellow cab in midtown, I saw a fight escalate when a totally sauced Irishman whipped a steaming NYC pushcart kebob at some NYC suit. The suit didn't like it one bit. The stodgy little guy was visibly peeved, shocked, steam coming out his ears. He charges the Irishman, who acted as if he was shocked himself that the stout little suit manned up.
The suit grabs this guy by the throat, and throws him to the ground. Irishman gets up, and a couple out-of-town firefighters in their dress-uniforms attempt to stop the fight. Sort of. The suit gets loose, and again goes for the Irishman's neck, and in an acrobatic move, somersaults the guy onto a parked car, curbside. The woman in the parked car is now visibly flummoxed.
This is NYC, she was not about to take an assault on her vehicle without words. Well, Shaniqua Desiree Brown gets out of her car, cursing like only a pissed off NYC woman can. I was intimidated, and I was in the safe-haven of a cab. Both the suit and the Irishman get up, looking like they just got scolded by their mama. The woman was really letting these guys have it. But that's when my cab pulled away.
It looked like the lady was getting primed to take a swing; she had her arm jacked back holding her purse like a goddamn nunchuck.
St. Pat's in midtown Manhattan. Really brings out the best in people.
That is fantastic, I love the descriptions of the folks involved. I was in midtown as well, it was definitely a shit show.
... thinking that they look like totally super fucking awesome because they've got on a wicked tight green ed hardy t-shirt that says "Kiss Me, I'm Awesome"
Worst thing I saw...this morning?
Went to Gus O'Connor's around 10pm. After a few beers, I needed to use the bathroom. Big Mistake!! The first thing I noticed when I stepped in the restroom was the smell - it was that lovely fragrance "Eau de Puke". All three sinks had multiple regurgitations in them. I then did a quick turn to the urinals which, of course, had puke and turds in them. Needless to say, I waited until we went to another bar before relieving myself.
One of my housemates is part of the Michigan Stadium Teletubbies gang. He wore the green suit yesterday (naturally the hottest and brightest day of the young year), started drinking at the Brown Jug at 5 am or whenever it opened, called it quits around 8 pm, and passed out on his bed. He woke up long enough to puke on himself and his mattress and just crashed right back into it, completely apathetic. So I saw a giant stinky Teletubby, blackout drunk and covered in vomit.
that was how the night ended for all teletubbies.
The only bad thing I saw yesterday was my driving at the driving range.
My five wood went further.
I was hoping it was the guy in the 'Dayman' suit who passed out and puked in his costume. That would have been phenomenal. This is only slightly less so.
I was told there were two people having sex in the women's bathroom at Jolly Pumpkin. When I went up there to go to the bathroom they were making out. Both the guy and the girl were about a head taller than me and I am not quite 6 foot.
Midnight stop at Pizza House: Drunk guy stumbles into the women's bathroom, is obviously not deterred by the lack of urinals and goes about his business, much to the shock of a woman far too well dressed to be at Pizza House at 12 30 on st. pattys night.
Worst thing I saw: Not one, but two, of my more senior co-workers walking by the porch I was visibly sloshed on. woohoo!
My buddy spilled his beer yesterday.
It was by far the worst thing I saw.
I didn't see anything terribly bad last night. However, I did have a kid (probably 19-20) come into where I was working at 10:30am who was already QUITE sauced and looked like he was ready to puke. Everyone in the store was giving him a wide berth because they all saw it coming too. Fortunately he didn't and we all got to laugh at him as he tripped/stumbled walking out the door.
I know seeing a drunk on St. Patrick's day isn't impressive, but I thought that the degree to which this kid was drunk at that hour was notable.
I take all that back. This video was the worst thing I saw. These guys suck.
I went to the brewpub up the street around 9pm and it was by far the shortest wait I've ever had there -- instead of well over an hour for a table for 2, they quoted us 35-45 minutes and it only took about 15 to 20. Apparently people wanted to go to one of the many faux-Irish bars in Chicago (there are a few real ones, but not very many) instead of a brewpub. Worked for me. Didn't see any weirdness at all, unless you count seeing large amounts of skinny-jeaned men with "ironic" facial hair.
I'm almost positive that NOT seeing a bunch of hipsters would qualify as the weirdest thing you saw. I can imagine Chicago brewpubs are crawling with them.
I was at a 6th grade orchestra concert last night.
Would have traded places with any of you.
Were your ears bleeding?
I started playing in the Ann Arbor schools 40+ years ago. They can't all be winners.
Edit: Good excuse to get drunk afterword.
I was on Bourbon St. and it was packed. There were a bunch of older guys that had stickers that read things like "Kiss me I'm Irish" and "Luck of the Irish." Apparently, St. Patrick's Day gives them the right to reach down the shirts of females and put the stickers on their breasts. I saw it several times.
The sequence would go like this:
1. Show female sticker and have the universal look for "you want this?" on their face.
2. Kiss female on cheek.
3. Ram hand down female's shirt, grab a hand full of boob, and plant sticker on the aforementioned boob.
It never got old and I was stunned everytime I saw it.
Than every other trip to Bourbon St. ... How?
When I called my buddy yesterday I said "Erin Go Bragh" to which he replied "M Go Blog"? So all night we'd say "M Go Blog" to everyone at the bar.
I was chillin' out in front of the Blue Lep, drinkin' some beers and doin' some shots. After our last shot, one of my fellow boozers at the table nonchalantly leans over toward the sidewalk and does a little voluntary vomiting. Just a little off the top. And so my other friend starts vomiting too... you know, just to make the situation less awkward. What a guy.
Then we got to enjoy people walking by, either stepping in or around the rather sizable puddle of ralph on the sidewalk. All who saw it were visibly disgusted. Some made funny comments. Awesome.
But probably the worst thing I saw was the face of the girl I ended the night with. Ha!
for use of the term "ralph".
My wife made me watch Real Housewives. That was awful.
Talk about jumping the shark. I might be done with that show.
but I'd say my text messages that I re-read in the morning
I don't remember
Being just sick enough that I couldn't go out. Damnit. I guess last Saturday, this Friday, and this Saturday will have to make up for it.
1) My roommate blazed out of his mind and trying to get everyone to watch his illegally downloaded copy of Avatar on his laptop.
2) My RA coming home at 1:30, stumbling to his door, looking at us in the hall and realizing in some corner of his brain that he should do something about it, and just rambling about how it was past our bedtimes.
The garbage bag filled four inches deep with some girl's green (Happy St. Patty's Day!) puke.
seems st. patrick's day is reason to sport the green of the sparty gear. silly sparty. sparta's in greece.
The look on my spouse's face when he told me he'd been laid off.
The punchline is that he works for an Irish company. I can't believe they pink-slipped someone on St Paddy's Day.
Edited because now I am informed that it should be "St. Paddy's Day." FTR, it still effin' sucks.
Saw a lot of green OSU gear. Hats, shirts, buttons, even sweatpants. Just awful.
It shouldn't be called "St. Patty's Day." Patty is short for Patricia. Patrick (Padraig) is a man's name and its short form is Paddy (which is where the term "Paddy wagon" for a police van comes from, BTW).