If you don’t get the joke, I’m not going to explain it to you. If you do get it, I apologize for offending your delicate sensibilities. Either way, it’s enough that Claire the Waitress gets it and is fairly creeped out.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

So what I want to do is head over to my favorite local Irish Pub, Castletown Geoghegan, and toss back a couple pints of Guinness, but I seem to have developed some sort of allergy to the stuff. It’s pretty tragic, actually. I can’t even drink one pint of Guinness anymore w/o getting sick a couple hours later. This saddens me to a great degree. I’m guessing what I’ll end up doing instead is hanging out at home, trying to catch leprechauns. That’ll be good, too, and if we get a pot of gold out of the deal, maybe I can afford to fix my little Guinness problem.