St. Patty's Day

Today's been pretty lame. i'm chained to my desk. every now and then i go stand outside and bask in the sunshine for a few minutes. like a lizard. i figure the smokers get to go outside every twenty minutes to puff a cig, why can't i? and if my boss gives me shit, well then i'll just have to start smoking then, won't i.

yes, no st. patty's celebrations for me today. i think. at least none that i've been invited to. yet. but that's cool, because there's no way on earth nor in hell that any st. patty's day now and forever can live up to the one i had on March 17, 2001. i remember it well...

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i was but a wee lad of 21, merely months away from graduating NYU and officially beginning my career as a starving artist. it was spring break, but THIS spring break, instead of heading to Florida like so many of my northeast compatriots, a small army of NYU-ers and I went to London...

...where we appreciated all the culture London had to offer. like its art. and its Indian food.

it just so happened that our last night in London fell on St. Patrick's Day.

and it just so happened that we stumbled across the wildest, craziest pub in all of Soho called "Bad Bob's". and Bob had a gigantic dance floor in his basement.

i don't know who the DJ was or even if there WAS a DJ, but Bad Bob was pumping out the dance hits one after another. my feet didn't leave the dance floor from 11pm to 4am -- not for a second. not even to use the loo. it's a record for most consecutive hours of dancing which i doubt i'll ever break. the hits were just THAT good.

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that was the last night i spent in London. and thanks to our sinking dollar, that may be for good.

Happy St. Patty's Day, friends.

til next time...