My day started as any other St. Patty's Sunday. A quick workout, a nice Irish coffee in the morning, and the heinous drive into Boston where all the streets were closed and we had to use our wits and madness to find a place to park.
Then the real drinking started. We went out to enjoy the parade with our coffee mugs, just like everyone else had their coffee mugs. So it was basically a lot of joyful tomfoolery and drinking and
I did trick this one guy at the party next door into drinking bubble soap. I told him it was nips. It was very clearly not but I suspect he decided to believe me because I was a cute girl. Fool.
And that was pretty much where my memory started to go fuzzy because the next thing I know it's five in the morning, I woke up feeling fine and refreshed with the exception of the scrapes on my palm and knee and... oh yes, a freaking sprained ankle. So aside from physical injuries, I feel great.
And I had corned beef and cabbage for breakfast because I didn't get any last night.
So kids, always have food in your stomach if you're going to bring whiskey shots into play. Always.
Or have the metabolism of a 300lb football player. One or the other.