Monday, March 17, 2008

Fight Me, I'm Irish



I know I promised a story about my terrible week, but I haven't had a chance to write it yet (damn you, Alcoholism).

Instead I want to mourn the fact that I am spending St. Patty's day in the office and not making questionable decisions downtown. Putting green food coloring in my coffee just doesn't have the same effect.

I miss this (not that I remember it):

5 comments:

Alexa said...

aw that stucks. lucky me my office throws a huge st patricks day party so while you are sitting in your office with coffee ill be sitting in my office with beer.

should be interesting.

Momo said...

Yeah, but you got to celebrate at St. Pats in the Flats... and let's face it. It doesn't get much better than that. :)

I, too, am working... I feel your pain, Nom.

P.S. I LOVED your green blaze!

Kelli said...

I can't believe that I made your blog! I feel exactly the same way today. :-( Last year was a good time!

BloggingJason said...

We drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!

I *might* have had enough carbombs to have had one for you. At least that's how I feel this morning.

Narm said...

Alexa - I hope you were one of the zombies I saw stumbling down W 6th last night.

Momo - I am a believer in St Pats in the Flats. That was a damn party.

Kelli - last year was a good time? Good. I don't remember anything but angry, bearded Nom

BloggingJason - sorry I didn't meet up with you last night - my visit to W 6th was like Vin Diesel - Fast and Furious.

I am so, so sorry for that analogy.