Posted on March 17, 2016
Who the hell drinks at 8am? This is how my conversation started with the bartender at Blarneys.
Fred invited me out for a drink, and though it’s pretty obvious that I’m not Irish I was willing to go have a little fun. I’ve been trying to restrict my drinking lately, so I assured him that getting wasted was not on my agenda. I was actually hoping I would get to witness others in their belligerent state, so I can photograph them. Is that cold hearted?
I’ve actually never gone out on the bar crawls for St. Patrick’s Day, but I knew I was in for a treat. We met up around at 1pm, especially because I insisted that my liver couldn’t handle anything at 10am. So crazy. He came along with his niece, who is a complete sweetheart, she’s not much of a beer drinker and was the only one slurping on a green cocktail, while Fred and I downed a pitcher of colored beer.Unless it’s olive, I personally don’t own anything green, so getting ready was a bit of a struggle for me. Luckily enough, I found m y comfy flannel that I’ve had for years, and when I say years I mean years. I originally purchased it off the men’s section in a much too large size, because it looks so damn comfortable. I was right, it’s been pajamas and everything else in between. This time I decided to wear it around my waist, I lined my eyes with green eye liner and threw on a chunky green necklace I think I’ve worn once. While walking the streets to our next destination, the pavements are already getting crowded, almost everyone is participating, beads around their necks and funky hats in green. We noticed a pair of fellas all dressed up in almost Harajuku style*, they looked so damn cute!
We were all offered complimentary drinks at our next spot, and who doesn’t love anything that’s free… that’s my favorite number!
After another beer it was time for me to head over to the Bronx, I was getting messages for me to come back to the bar, but I’m not about that life anymore!
*I almost busted my ass trying to snap a picture of these two!