Twenty-three years ago yesterday, I was a hip, happening (in my own mind, anyway) nineteen year old with my own apartment, hosting a St. Patrick's Day party for a few of my closest friends. And co-workers. And anyone else who wanted to show up. I discovered there is no limit to the number of people who can take part in the world's most awesome game of quarters, and that if you pour half a container of green food coloring into a pitcher of beer, it will turn black, not green. I also learned that no amount of diluting in the world ... no matter how many cases of Pearl you go through ... will ever be enough to make the beer turn green.
Twenty-three years ago TODAY, I discovered it really is possible to expel GREEN from every orifice of your body at the same time. And the "new" boyfriend Blaine, who holds back your hair while you are sitting on the toilet, throwing up into the bathtub, is definitely a keeper.
Happy one-day-after St. Patricks Day, honey. Thanks for the memories --- love you!!
PS. Lest anyone think our relationship is not reciprocal, he decided *I* was a keeper a few months later at a friend's 21st birthday party when he threw up Glen Levitt and Cool Ranch Doritos all over my feet and I didn't complain, but instead put him to bed, face down, so he didn't drown.
Man, I miss the 80's.