Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Green memories

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.

16 comments:

Amber said...

Reminds me of my husband's graduation party from college where some strange Mexican guy that no one knew wandered in and did a strip dance down to his birthday suit. That's only one of the many bizarre happenings at that party!

Patti in NJ said...

Good times. Good times.

The Running Girl said...

Too funny!

Dianna in Louisiana said...

LOL Kristie..... just thinking back to my college days, when my diet consisted of beer and rice, makes my stomach turn. While it was nice to be responsibility free, I would, in no way, shape or form like to return to those days!

GAL said...

Oh! My! Goodness! You make me laugh!

Shannon said...

Those were the days!

jenn said...

lol! hilarious story! those were the days.....

Anonymous said...

This story is too funny haha :)

Sherri
www.caringbridge.org/oh/kara

Anonymous said...

Mine was all over his mom's station wagon. He was driving, so his brother must have held my hair back, but he had to wash it at 1:00am...an entire family of keepers! :) Kim

sandy said...

Ahh the 80's.... Such fun times! I never got sick on green beer --but I did have a horrible experience with Slow Gin Fizz. Remember those? Bright red! I've been following your facebook--hopefully you will all be well by tomorrow and can enjoy the rest of your spring break. :)

Jeanette in GA said...

Girl, you were "Going green" before the rest of the country :)

MadWoman said...

Fun times. It's always the ones who are willing to put up with the puke-of-all-textures that are the keepers.

Anonymous said...

Awww, puking partners. If that ain't love I don't know what love is!

Rita

M said...

We've had a few of those too...but it was after we were married so there was no backing out!

lynne said...

Your such a cute couple. My husbands a keeper too. I got horribly drunk after drinking some Special Pink Lemonade cocktails in a bar in Philadelphia few years ago when I was old enough to know better. I blame the generous measures of alcohol in American drinks, knocked this Brit right under the table :)

Stefunkc said...

I've been off the computer for a few days and am just catching up on your blog. This one...if I could laugh without coughing...I'd be in tears!