Happy Drunk Day

St. Patty's makes me think of one person from my past. A cute though deeply alcoholic friend of mine whom I dated for a short period of time. How deeply alcoholic was she? She was bad enough that she needed (note needed not wanted) to stop at the dive bar near our houses so she could get a couple of shots in on her way to breakfast.

There was a doomed relationship if there ever was one. She didn't even have to sleep with the guy who was moving into our house though she did.

Anyway, she's what I think of when I think of Saint Patrick's Day. And I think about the bullet I dodged which makes me think about the bullet I did not dodge.

Whee, are we having fun yet?