Now this was 'under-the-big-top' St. Patrick's Day in San Francisco. And yes, it was a bloomin' Circus. The Three Roomies - Danielle, Chelsey, and Shira - are out and about with the mom at a Jazz Eatery with terrific live music. D and I took a quick fling around the dance floor before ordering salmon. Or what did we order, D?
Then off to catch my midnight flight. I was pretty much the only sober person trying to flag a taxi on this 'freakin' holiday,' as one friend aptly described it.
But the thing is, St. Patrick was a saint. All of Ireland knows of the Dear Lord Jesus because of his contagious life. I couldn't for the life of me, figure out the connection between drunken brawl and St. Patrick's Christ-like aroma. I don't think he would have recognized his own remembrance.
