Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Well this is one of those non-holiday holidays of which I can look back and distinctly remember, (as much as the consumption of alcohol would allow) people, places and events... let's go back...

With my friends, for years, St. Patrick's Day was synonymous with Cosy Corner's, a local and truly Irish pub (it sadly closed in 2001). Because we were regulars I don't ever recall waiting in line to enter, but I do remember parking about half a kilometer away... I'm pretty sure a couple of years I parked at a friend's house and walked back, okay... stumbled...

The place was so small, like maybe 1,000 square feet, but somehow they managed to pack a few hundred people in there. On St. Patrick's Day you could be there for hours and not find your friends who were 20 feet away.

One year there was a huge fight. This wack-a-doo with mental issues jumped a guy I was standing next do and I had some battle wounds on my leg. Of course I didn't feel anything due to the large quantities of liquid anesthetic... I think that was the same year that they ran out of beer at about 6pm. I'm pretty sure it was a Sunday and another bar owner who was there made a beer run to save the day...

Another year my boyfriend -at the time- and I, and some others decided to do a pre-St. Patrick's Day warm up by drinking Tequila (very Irish) the night before at Cosy's. I remember waking up next to the door for the women's bathroom. Cosy's wasn't a place that you wanted to A) be on or near the floor and B) spend any time more than necessary at or around the washrooms... nasty! I was so hung over I gagged down only one glass of beer at the Cose on St/ Patty's Day and called it a night...

Going way back, one year I went to California's (how's that for a blast from the past?) and we saw the McLean brothers do a comedy show. I'm pretty sure I did the splits in front of hundreds of people... Ugh, what an idiot!

I have so many great memories from this 'holiday', and this year I'm doing exactly what I want to do... visiting a friend's whose St. Patrick's Day baby is one year old today, having Billy's prime rib for dinner, a bottle of wine, and playing some Tiger Woods golf on PS2. Things certainly do change. My idea of fun is quite different (I also rarely wake up thinking 'did I do that last night?' etc.) but the point is A) I'm glad to have those memories B) I'm happy that I did what I wanted to do and finally C) I'm very pleased to be who and where I am today...