Worst drunk of my life was st. Patrick’s day 1986. I was in college and the dining hall did a disgusting meal of boiled beef and cabbage. In 4 years I never saw so many people push away plates and say it was inedible.
the RA in my dorm dipped into the dorm funds to order pizza. The guys next door to me had a keg for a private party but they shared it out and soon everyone was bringing out their stuff. it was a real community event.
The problem was we were drinking heavily for about 2 hours before the food arrived.
Yes i an dinner parted company a few hours later, but I was so far gone I just got up. Rooped into a bin, and went back to bed feeling better. I was that relaxed i didn’t even feel it and had no hang over in the morning.
I worked part time in an Irish Pub in the ‘70s. St. Patrick’s day was for the amateurs. We put up all the breakables, served domestic beer only in cans no glass. Draft beer, mixed and shots in were in plastic glasses. Same went for he hard stuff. You could barely move an inch in front of the bar. After closing, just about had to hose the place down as everywhere there was a sludge of mud, spilled drinks, puke and other indescribable stuff, including few pairs of discarded ladies undergarments. On the upside, there were few fights as it was so packed, they had no room to swing. Just the same, I haven’t gone in an Irish Pub on St. Paddy’s since.
momofalex7 over 4 years ago
What’s with the noses?
Troglodyte over 4 years ago
If the beer’s over, no point in hanging around!
jpayne4040 over 4 years ago
You guys are too late for the party! Might as well go home unless you want clean-up duty!
Wizard of Ahz-no relation over 4 years ago
Worst drunk of my life was st. Patrick’s day 1986. I was in college and the dining hall did a disgusting meal of boiled beef and cabbage. In 4 years I never saw so many people push away plates and say it was inedible.
the RA in my dorm dipped into the dorm funds to order pizza. The guys next door to me had a keg for a private party but they shared it out and soon everyone was bringing out their stuff. it was a real community event.
The problem was we were drinking heavily for about 2 hours before the food arrived.
Yes i an dinner parted company a few hours later, but I was so far gone I just got up. Rooped into a bin, and went back to bed feeling better. I was that relaxed i didn’t even feel it and had no hang over in the morning.
Zebrastripes over 4 years ago
Now it’s time to ravage and Er, have a brew after a hard days work….
vaughnrl2003 Premium Member over 4 years ago
There is no pillage like an Irish pillage.
dv1093 over 4 years ago
Not this year…
rshive over 4 years ago
Now we know. The Huns changed so that they could celebrate that day too.
WCraft Premium Member over 4 years ago
Nice camouflage!
David Huie Green LoveJoyAndPeace over 4 years ago
Pyrrhic victories…not worth winning.
richardjohnsonvp over 4 years ago
That punchline now applies to most grocery stores.
Airbender over 4 years ago
I worked part time in an Irish Pub in the ‘70s. St. Patrick’s day was for the amateurs. We put up all the breakables, served domestic beer only in cans no glass. Draft beer, mixed and shots in were in plastic glasses. Same went for he hard stuff. You could barely move an inch in front of the bar. After closing, just about had to hose the place down as everywhere there was a sludge of mud, spilled drinks, puke and other indescribable stuff, including few pairs of discarded ladies undergarments. On the upside, there were few fights as it was so packed, they had no room to swing. Just the same, I haven’t gone in an Irish Pub on St. Paddy’s since.
GSD Mom Premium Member over 4 years ago
Please pillage quietly.
Boise Ed Premium Member over 4 years ago
In our college town, they ordered all the bars closed from 5 pm on the 16th through noon on the 18th, for the sake of crowd separation.
tad1 over 4 years ago
Happy St. Patrick’s Day. :)