Slainte

It's St. Patty's Day, people! It's the one extremely popular holiday that causes me to recede under my comforter and pray for something good on TV!

I'm not one to want an occasion to drink myself into oblivion. (That's what Tuesday is for.) And, unfortunately, I do not possess one modicum of Irish pride. I did try once...last year. I got all dolled up and put on heels and decided to brave a few pubs with a couple of non-Asian friends that can't get enough of this holiday. Although it was fun hanging out, I've never felt so out of place in my entire life. It's actually quite easy for me to feel out-of-my-element in social situations (not proud of this) but jesus henry christ, only one person wanted to talk to me -- a very large bouncer-like black man with sunglasses. (I think he felt out of place, too.) Subsequently, I spent a good two days reciting a Stuart Smalley "I am not ugly" mantra to the bathroom mirror. No worries, I'm fine now.

I wish you all a crazy evening. Party hard but party safe.
Here's some mashup while you ready yourself.