Happy Patrick's
to those that had one
(or who giggled cause they made one happy once! Whoo!)
JOel and I had a conglomerate of the insane meeting the more insane.
Tense and enclosed began a string of links to memory lane.
last year's Paddy's was
going to Jon and Shawn's
leaving for more fun closer to Joel and TJ's place that wasn't Daniel Day Lewis
hanging out at Magoo's with Erik and throwing darts
staying up later than I can ever remember Joel do so
great goddamn music
dancing with the old chick to Al Green
TJ wanting to fight her man
laughing like hell as my glasses fell into the toilet
finding out later that they knew damn well what we were doing
smoking on the balcony and giving TJ shit
arguing over something while blanketing Erik
making Joel set the alarm clock spawned by Satan
hearing the murmurs of them talking through the door
joel laughing and pissed that i was missing it
waking up
late, (back when it was still excusablely frequent)
feeling like total shit
drowning in Clear Eyes
dying of thirst
being pissed that i had to leave a warm bed i knew that he'd be keeping it that way for every hour i hadn't slept after I left
AND one of the funniest moments i will always remember:
simultaneously me flying out of Joel's room for water as TJ bolted out of his for the front door
both stopping dead before slamming into each other
to exchange a quick look of
COMPLETE surprise,
then sincere admiration that the other wasn't full of shit
and actually made it up for work
good for us
this year's Paddy's:
waiting for TJ at a crap "irish" casino while he finished his visit to Jon and Shawn's
going to the NY NY briefly and finally seeing the piano bar that I had tried to take Joel to on our second 'date'
(because we had gone to the Tabernacle on our first, but was closed for rennovations and ended up just eating at the new restaurant "Nine Fine Irishman")
Joel saying we should stop in the "nine fine irishman" and say hello to Erik
(because, funnily our first conversation with Erik was on Paddy's day the year before and was the night we learned he worked there)
More so strange is that we decided to go to Magoo's
because Tj now lives in the Henderson galaxy far, far away and us, eh, we gots beer at home.
More so strange is that I played most of the music, but didn't realize until 3 hours later when an Al Green song played, that the SAME old chick that I danced to Al Green with the year before and her 'younger man' that TJ wanted to fight were sitting in the exact same seats, that we saw them last year.
I didn't offer any free dances and it was a couples party, so it turned out just as fun.
Joel and I didn't downtown boogie in the men's restroom, but were given a nice window of past, present, and future of what we are doing.
We saw the young ones, the old ones, and ourselves. We were more deviant than the kids, more jovial to repeat than the elders, and more than happy to have even the budding nubile tensions of two things constantly together.
You'd think by now I wouldn't be surprised by synonomous, circular events, but I it was again the explosive recognition that we made it to the exact place and time that we were supposed to get to- this would mean nothing to anyone one else at any other moment - and we made it we were right on fucking time
by accident
what a coincidence
hee, see? even frank was there again by theory
Just an aside for anyone who cared to make it this far
What follow is my post from last year's Paddy's Day
I thought the differences in recollection hilarious
Funny what time and sobriety can do to a memory.
Why the fuck is everyone else at home today, but me?
Me? Drunk on St. Patrick’s Day?
I can’t imagine what gave it away.
Persuasive pyromania
Failed Blacks & tans
Campaigning to exploit young women
Actually EATING steamed cabbage
Bagging up garbage not affiliated with the party
Accusing the absent of doing drugs without me
Changing the movie venue then leaving
Making understood that I do not understand
Ignoring “Magoos + school night = chick that knows better”
Bullseye, 1, 1, 1, 3, 1, 1, 1, bullseye
Paying $3 for $20 to play $2 of music
Tripping the sticky carpet fantastic with the old chick
Yelling at her boyfriend for treating my man like a pimp
Stalking the men’s room to attack my man
Watching my glasses fall in the toilet while gripping the handicapped bar
Telling him I did not care they were in the toilet as I gripped the handicapped bar
More campaigning to exploit young women
Suggesting MORE beer
Hating every movie anyone has ever liked for no reason
Giving TJ shit for trying to salvage some responsibility
Tucking in a stranger
Bitching at the stranger for thanking me for tucking him in
Making my man set the alarm for 2 ½ hours later
Listening to him laugh and not wanting to miss it
Waking up at the exact time I should have been at work
Finding the guest gone
Feeble excuse to work
Shower, Clear Eyes, Clear Eyes
Seeing my surprise reflected in TJ’s eyes that we were both up
Kissing goodbye sweet, warm slumber
Having to make good on the feeble excuse
Staring at flight maps and slow digital time
Wondering why the fuck is everyone else at home today, but me?
It was a very Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
Indeed.