I had mentioned something awhile back about this whole Operation Knocked-Up schedule interfering with St. Patrick's Day. Gone are the days when drinking was a common occurance for me and now it's pretty much relegated to special occasions, i.e. my fortieth birthday, going out in a boat, maybe the 4th of July and St. Patrick's Day. I managed to forget about it in the meantime. Until ten minutes ago.
Delorme's birthday is tonight and a month ago I already knew what I was going to get him. He loves this German beer called Maisel's Weiss; he introduced it to me on my birthday and I liked it a lot too. Or at least I think I did; it's hard to tell how things taste after five or ten shots. He discovered the beer while traveling in Germany and gave me the whole history of touring the company's brewery, meeting the owner, etc. but I can't remember the any more of the details because I was really drunk. But, having a mind like a steel trap, I did remember he told me it's really hard to find around here and the only place he knew sold it is Greene's Liquors. That place happens to be .6 miles from my office, so a little while ago, I ducked out for a few minutes to go purchase the birthday beer.
It's weird, but even though I don't really drink anymore and am not a big fan of alcohol in general (see: Lushy Mother), I have a strong fondness for liquor stores. The smell, the neon signs, all the pretty bottles and always so many choices. The employees are always in a good mood (hmmm, suspicious) and knowledgable. And this place is friggin' HUGE - it's like the Disney World of booze. The store is divided into two separate sections; one for alcohol and the other beer and wine. Of course I walked into the wrong side first, but I looked around for a few minutes to see what new and exciting things are available and there are quite a few. I then went to the beer side and found what I was looking for immediately, which makes me think I have a nose for this type of thing which makes me worried. But it didn't matter - there was a distinctly festive air about the place - it was pretty damn crowded for an early Friday afternoon during Spring Break, everyone was wearing green beads and hats and t-shirts in preparation for the St. Patrick's Day thing in Five Points tomorrow...it was all so damn celebratory.
We're not going to the St. Patrick's Day thing tomorrow, because we promised we'd help the rednecks finish moving into their new trailer. Also because it's one big day-long drunkfest, which is fine if you're drinking, but probably not as enjoyable if you're not. I will try to block out the memories of last year and years' past with how much fun this day always is. Luckily the weather is supposed to be shitty so that'll help.
So, pretty much, no St. Pat's celebrating for me. And you know what? If there is something actually growing in my uterus I will be completely fine with that. If there isn't, I'm going to hurt someone; just add this to the list of reasons.
But nobody is going to stop me from wearing green and cooking corned beef and cabbage Tuesday. Take away all the alcohol you want, but do not take away holiday food. And if you've ever heard anything about corned beef not being good for you if you're pregnant, please...please keep it to yourself. No. Tell me. Seriously.