St. Patrick's Day Drinkathon
Pictures taken March 17, 2005

St. Patrick's Day: green, drink, stupid hats, drink, shamrocks, drink during the day, drink at night, drink Alexander Keith's, drink till you can't drink anymore. If you don't drink, you probably don't care. But for many university students, this is just another valuable chance to get festive (see: Oktoberfest). It's a joyous theme party carried on the mighty backs of Irish alcoholics, and even if you're tired and broken, you still need to put on the green antlers and celebrate with the friends who got you this far.

"Hmmm... education or inebriation? Actually I could really go
for a butter tart right about now..."

Three in the afternoon at 93 Columbia. Notice that everyone is
pleasantly toasted. HINT: You can tell because they're sitting
outside in sub-zero temperatures.

Firmly gripping the Bohemian Beer throttle, Kyle pilots his
armchair deftly through heavy traffic. A winner is you!

He's a lizard in a bottle, you've gotta rub him the right way.

Alicia and Czech Republic Jen celebrate four years of mutually
assured destruction.

Scott and Natalie: green and mean and lean and bean.

And now is the time on Sprockets when we dance!

Kyle and Jen pose for the infamous "frontal spank."

If you were wondering, that helpful disembodied hand is clearly
pointing to Tim's dangly girlie earrings. It's... errr... it's a festivity
thing. Really!

Rob: "Nothing says drunk like a pair of green foam antlers at
four in the afternoon."
(It was actually 5:00)

Side bar! On our way to Molly Bloom's we encountered a large truck that had driven up across the sidewalk and rammed smack into the side of a house. It looked like a Patty's Day DUI gone horribly wrong (can those ever go right?). Two distraught girls and a guy on a cell phone had few details for us, and even in my buzzed state I thought it might be rather uncompassionate to take pictures of their misery. But I can tell you about it! In fact, I just did.

We had to wait for about fifteen minutes to get into Molly's but
then they gave us green beer and all was forgiven. Alicia: "Green
beer tastes like Leprechaun fluids!"

Foam antlers bathe everything in magical light!

I think mine were broken or something.

Rob and Allie, feeling the effectasy.

Rob's friends Kelly and Sonya, locked in a smiling battle for
antler supremacy!

Scott and Alicia, possibly looking at such alcohol-induced
hallucinations as:
-A pink elephant
-John Stamos' floating disembodied head
-Jesus, wearing green foam antlers
-Satan, wearing green foam antlers
-Gavvy Cakes

A boy and his ID.

Creepy implications of forthcoming sensuality!

As you can see, Molly's was a mad kickin' joint for both bitches
and thugs.

Ahhh, the artistic merits of taking a picture of two people taking
a picture... St. Patrick's Day lends itself well to postmodernism.

The short and sassy saga of Hoodie's glorious arrival...

... and the inevitable aftermath. You might take note that I am
wearing Ben's gigantic beer hat at this point.

At some point I stopped taking pictures but rest assured that we stumbled out of Molly's at about 9:00, completely trashed. It was an odd feeling, leaving right when one would ordinarily be arriving, but such is the nature of St. Patty's Day and mid-day drinkathons. Anyways, you aren't missing much... me and Mike sang the Chill & Grill song ("Chill chill chill! Grill grill grill!") to an unimpressed staff while we waited for food, and then we somehow made it back to 93 Columbia and the waiting ponies in the backyard. It was a fanciful St. Patrick's Day, full of fancy.

Momentos of a time when everything was green.

Do you think that they have St. Patrick's Day in Japan?