|Day after St. Pat's Day?
||[Mar. 18th, 2004|01:49 am]
|[||In the Moment
Well, I think it's still St. Pat's Day in Hawaii.
There's no finer way to spend a St. Pat's Day as a sliver of an Irishman than to watch a film on Robert Strange McNamara, the Secretary of Defense during the JFK and LBJ administrations.
Follow that with a prequel to Amoeba music, where you find a strange Irish beard contest being held. You walk in and find Ellen Allien's weiss.mix, and you are tempted to also spring for Berlinette, but you pass on it, as one extra purchase could inspire your credit company to send a quiet criminal to choke you in your sleep.
You can't have too much Kraut on a Mick day.
Follow the prequel and quel with a postquel in your apartment, locked up with both locks, a pack of cigarettes, and a Hot Pocket supply with Bud Light and a copy of the Criterion Collection DVD release of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
The year my friends and I spent St. Pat's Day in Las Vegas . . . that was a better time.
However, this most definitely rates up there, approaching close to that previous holiday.
Village drunkard, reporting to you, from an early Irish novel.