Have I mentioned how much I love St. Patrick's Day? I absolutely adore it. Next to Christmas, it's my favorite holiday. It's all green and Irishy and lively—what's not to love?
Yesterday was the big day of festivities in Chicago and it was a total blast. I started my morning with Starbucks, eggs, bacon and beer at 10am. And I didn't get home until about 1:15am. After consuming my body weight in green beer, I'm not even sure how I made it. But it was a beautiful day, everyone was in festive spirits and I soaked up every minute. Plus, the midday drunk food run to McDonald's helped out a bit, too. It gave me the push I needed to go to the Gaelic Storm concert at House of Blues last night. The band just kept playing and playing and playing for almost 3 hours. Amazing. And now I really, really want to play the fiddle.
Anyway, I'll be sure to share more stories tomorrow...maybe about the horrible fashion I witnessed yesterday (thigh high socks are never good, especially not with white booty shorts) or about the Indiana Jones-wannabe at the concert who kept trying to do an Irish jig. But for now I need to head to bed. I've been a waste of space all day. Actually, I was very productive because I had to run a million errands, but my head was in the clouds all day long. It was kind of like I was just floating through the day like a little space cadet.
I'll leave you with a picture that pretty much sums up my day yesterday:
That would be me and my boyfriend trying to recreate the weird statues at the Rock and Roll McDonald's. Wow, that female statue's jeans sure aren't flattering at all, if you know what I mean. Yikes.