Holy Green Moly: Thoughts From My First QC St. Patrick’s Day Weekend
I had been told since I first visited here in December that St. Patty's is huge in the QC. Living it, however, was a ride. Here are some thoughts I had whilst barhopping and exploring.
This cold wind is about to blow the skin off my face.
Am I overdressed in a St. Patty's shirt and green headband?
Nope. Wildly underdressed.
Why didn't I get those clover PJs at Target? Nothing about any of these bars are fancy attire.
The Hawkeyes just won. Oh boy here we go. Bar vibe increases by 54%.
I do not know why a man dressed as the Pope just walked in Me & Billy's but I'm here for it.
I get it now. This is their Mardi Gras.
How many people will actually remember being in Mac's rn?
That lady is absolutely passed out on that barstool. It's like 3:00.
Ah she rallies. Good for her.
I wonder if I could get away with the same stupid karaoke I did actually in Ireland.
You mean this a smaller celebration than in years past? How is that possible? I'm smushed in these bars.
To the fairgrounds we go. The clientele here is different than downtown. Takes me right back to the fairs at home.
The quality of drunk pickup lines is truly notable.
That man is shirtless. Interesting fashion choice for 10 degree weather. Magical qualities of alcohol.
The QC knows how to do St. Patty's Day. I fully had intentions to take pictures of everything, by the way, but I was too busy "being present" to do it (read: my phone was in my back pocket and I was too smushed to get to it).
Slainte! Let's do it all again next year!