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St. Paddy’s Day

If you know me at all, you know that when it comes to drinking I have a ranking system in place that dictates my most favorite drinking occasions. Drinking that takes place in the morning, outside, and lasts all day is probably my number 1 or 2 on the list.  Maybe only over taken by day drinking, outside, at a tailgate. My Saturday started at around 10:30 am with some Baileys spiked coffee, and lots of eggs and bacon, and corned beef and cabbage.

And then some more baileys, Jameson, and Guinness… all at once

All week the weather had been threatening us with a high of 47 and rain, so when the sun came out around 11:30 we took full advantage of it and moved outside to the backyard.

I’m posing like an idiot, but please note the sunshine and beer pong

pretty ladies

Eventually the weather did turn and it got a little chilly and rained a little bit, but luckily by that point the alcohol had been flowing for a while and no one seemed to mind.  We just lit a fire in the chiminea and moved the beer pong table into our drinking room (shed).

The boys were really into building the biggest fire, ever.

Eventually we ran out of beer, and some of the group who hadn’t already Irish goodbyed (fitting) decided to venture out for the evening. I was hammered, and on the verge of probably making decisions I’d live to regret come Sunday so I decided to stay home and go to bed. However, first I decided to do all the dishes, vacuum my new rug, and scrub at any stains with carpet cleaner. Perfectly normal hammered behavior. My un-hungover, Sunday self was really thanking Saturday night me in the morning. Cleaning up is so much less painful when you’re drunk.

Because of my 8:30 pm bedtime on Saturday, I was up with tons of energy on Sunday. I made myself a nice breakfast, baked cookies, went grocery shopping, and prepped all of my meals for the week. That’s why I love day drinking… assuming you pass out as early as I did, you wake up feeling pretty decent the next day. Hope you all had a lovely weekend as well!

 

Weekend Celebrations

As you probably guessed from my Saturday post, my roommates and I threw a lovely St. Patrick’s Day party over the weekend.  With all three of us being Irish Catholic girls, we were kinda made for this holiday, and the fact that it was finally on a weekend again couldn’t be neglected.  The house was decorated,

And so were we,

Since our party kicked off at 10 am, we were kind enough to provide our guests with breakfast and morning cocktails along the lines of Champagne Punch and Mimosas.  Then of course, there were the many cases of beer that everyone switched over too after eating.

It was an absolutely gorgeous day on Saturday, and before long our party relocated outside for drinking games and to enjoy the sunshine.  (Me and my medicated self enjoyed it a little too much and ended up with a sunburn later on in the day. Ooops.)

Some of our party guests headed out on the town around 4 pm, but Dani and I opted to remain in the comforts of our home and be satisfied with how our St. Paddy’s day turned out.  When I didn’t feel like death all day yesterday, and actually managed to accomplish things I felt pretty good about my choices to end my drinking at 4:30 in the afternoon.

How long is it socially acceptable to keep my green nail polish on?