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Getting a call at 8:30 in the morning on St. Patrick's Day with an invitation to have a beer at the bar across the street from your apartment with your buddies who starting drinking at 6:45 AM.
The cost of a green beer, $1.50.
The cost of having a drink at a bar in your pajamas, PRICELESS.
Plus, you can puke your guts out on the street around noon and no one will bother you.
sarcasm? ...Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr. Houdini
actually, sounds like truth tinged with sarcasm...although I have to admit when I drove down Michigan Ave today about 2:30p it didn't look quite as drunk as I remember in past years. Nemo's had the biggest crowd. When I got downtown Monroe Street by the OS seemed to be backed up, so I avoided that route.