I don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day. When I drank, I hardly needed another day as an excuse to partake. Any day that ended in "day" was good enough for me. If you ask me, St. Patrick's Day is even more of an amateur event than New Year's Eve. Maybe because the drinking starts in the afternoon. People seem particularly sloppy from evening on. New York City is no stranger to a city-wide bender when it comes to St. Patrick's Day. Neither is my neighborhood. Several local bars and taverns have opened around the area the last few years. Mostly it's increased drunken behavior on the weekends. Today, most of the neighborhood bars were full from early afternoon on. Right around the corner is the Police Academy. The recruits aren't allowed to drink, at least not in uniform. But the building is home to the local police precinct, as well as a firehouse around on the next block. Nothing says party like a bunch of drunken men in uniform armed with loaded weapons! I guess I should count my blessings the area doesn't have a reputation for police/fireman drunken brawls. They usually save that for the boroughs.
Since I got up all week at 7:30 for work, I slept in today and didn't stop snoozing until 9:30. Actually, I had plans to go in for a few hours around noon as I had some manuals to read through and I wanted to be there if anyone showed up to fill out an application. And I'm totally brown-nosing my boss. I ended up not getting in until closer to 1:00. The snow had piled up in banks overnight from the shoveling and plowing, and I spent some extra time walking Jet as he LOVES to bound through the snow. The school playground was open and snowed in and I let him off leash so he could tear it up running in circles for a bit. I'm lucky he's really an all-weather dog.
After that I took some time to pick up a weeks worth of socks and discarded clothes from the bedroom, and just gave the house a general tidy up. After a brief winter respite, Jet is shedding again and there's hair under and on every piece of furniture. It's next to impossible to keep up with. The next spring-like day we have I plan to open up the windows, shake out the furniture covers and give Jet a good bath. I hope it helps.
I put in a few hours at work. Once I was satisfied I was caught up I cut out and headed for the gym. I didn't end up working out due to time constraints, but I did have a scalding shower and took some time to shave .... um... areas that needed shaving. I had time for a fattening coffee drink before going to a Gay-A meeting. In case you're wondering, we made fun of you drunken idiots for a while, although surprisingly not as much as you'd think. Mostly we bitched about how you lurch about all day blocking sidewalks and doorways. A girl in a giant green hat and antennae (I think it was a costume) turned around at Starbuck's and walked directly in to me.
After my meeting I returned home, made a nice dinner and played with the dogs. I caught up on some reading and took a few minutes to try and find some money somewhere I had overlooked. Naturally, I found a little. Call it the really super duper I'm not kidding broke account. I also figured out how to save it for an even rainier day. Hopefully, that won't come anytime soon. Then I spent some more time cleaning, and while I was at it, I took the back off my computer and blew out the fans. Surprisingly, the dog hair hadn't got inside there yet. I'm planning on continuing the living room touch up tomorrow. I should be able to get the walls spackled and painted.
As a souvenir of the day, someone was courteous enough to throw up on the sidewalk, directly in front of the building. It appears he or she enjoyed some sort of gumbo, at least temporarily. Happy holiday!
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