Celebratin’ St. Patty’s

Somehow, St. Patrick’s Day has snuck up on me this year. Must be all those hours at work, because I was STUNNED that it was already here. Normally, St. Patty’s is one of the holidays I celebrate with much revelry and drinking.

This year was no different.

I joined with my favorite partner in crime Beckie for some pre-game drinking at Tickets in Covington, which is conveniently situated near a church. Stay classy. We had some food there, watched some basketball, and enjoyed the sight of our waitress proudly displaying her DDD-chest in pretty much the worst revealing top ever. Seriously, it was horrendous. I always advocate the theory of dressing to fit your body type – which is why you don’t see me parading around in tank tops or bicycle shorts. It’s just about being considerate folks.

Anyway, from there we headed to Zola. Now for those of you rolling your eyes and saying “Of course you did,” I’ll have you know that it had been several weeks since my last outing at Mainstrasse. Just sayin’. More drinks were had there, including me having an Irish Car Bomb with Tony. Now THAT’S a shot boys and girls. I couldn’t convince Beckie to have one, but we both enjoyed plenty of Miller Lites and Jack n’ Diets by the time the night was over. The keyboard-sporting band Just Gravy even came through by finally playing “Pina Colada” after many previous requests by Ms. Barker and unfulfilled promises to play it during other appearances.