After a short wind down, including a nap on the street, or in a nearby alley (what? I'm not perfect), I'll stumble across the street to The Blarney Stone to take in all the loud, loutish, kick-and-stomp Irish poseurs that a man can handle. Though it'll likely still be early, this place will be filled. There will probably be a lineup around the block, so it's a good thing that I know people (yeah, that's right). I'll tolerate the tumult for a few hours.

Eventually, when the mood strikes, I'll go find meself (does that sound Irish?) a bit of an older crowd at the conveniently placed (i.e. closer to home) Doolin's Irish Pub, undoubtedly the hottest spot for all your seasonal Irish needs. Passed out or not, my wife will likely come to retrieve me. That's what the wife an Irish man generally does; thanks. Are my teeth green?

Too rah loo rah lie…Too rah loo rah loo rah…that’s an Irish Lullaby…
-B.J.

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