I know Pat, and he’s certainly no saint!

Tried my best to get out of bed prior to 6am. It was a bit difficult with pre-gaming the night before at Malloy’s/Crazy Rita’s/McCarthy’s AND having such a nice warm bed on this particularly chilly Friday.

We made it to the bus stop for the 49 flyer at 7:48am. We were on a receiving end of strange exchange of looks by the other riders attempting to enjoy the start to their Friday work day. I had a mild freak-out session en route via RTA about leaving someone at my house unattended – curious as to all the items in my fridge/computer/date planner/medicine cabinet that may/not raise some eyebrows (ie: doubt).

Here I go letting insecurity get the best of me…

Yes, downtown drinking Smithwicks for breakfast by 8:15… and I was already on the radio by 9. I got chosen to play a game on-air on WGAR at Flannery’s. It was a “Is it a real Irish drink or made up?” game during the Mantel & Michelle show. (Scroll down to pics at bottom of page 2 and top of page 3 for all evidence thereof). Free t-shirt, free Irish drinking guide, and a winning $2 lottery scratch-off… and too many static poses with the Leprechaun intern.

Tried to do the breakfast at Pickwick & Frolic, and although their work shirts for the day made it seem like a good time, it was way to mellow for our morning moods. Ran back around the block (remember in just t-shirts and no winter attire) to check out Harry Buffalo – empty. Went BACK to Flannery’s to indulge in a corned beef n’ swiss on rye. Stuck around for the end of the morning show broadcast and until the open bar area was filled to capacity. Figured some of the other bars would be picking up at this time. Next stop, Winking Lizard – After having some hottie parade-ready firefighter checking out my ass (oh yeah, he was looking up AND down – obvious much?), some random chick came up and took a picture with her camera phone. I gave her my number to send to my phone — she never did. She looked as if she were twelve.

Was she drunk?

Our best stop was our chunk of the afternoon at the Boneyard. After being accosted by ZZ Top like green bearded men, we were similarly kissed/licked/groped by “Enter-your-own-drunken-Irish-message” t-shirt boys. And how many times do you have to read my pin “Kiss Me I’m Irish” and actually do it.

Since I had fond memories of The Clevelander from two years ago, I wanted to get another Jameson shot, and decided maybe some frisky Irishmen would be up for the challenge. The most exciting thing was the talking bathroom sign in the women’s room stall.

Lost my homemade shamrock boppers on the long ass walk somewhere between Ontario/W. 3rd/Harlem. I kept losing the left side, then got irritated and threw them into the street. Bring on the Warehouse District!

Can’t pass Liquid for some hot wings and more alcohol. Somewhere along the way I switched from beer to Jameson-n-sodas. REALLY wanted to be in Panini’s… err, there was a LINE a block down! Ah yes, March Madness. Go Bucks!

Blind Pig. Velvet Dog. Bar Flyy. Dive Bar. Liquid. Back to Bar Flyy. Blind Pig. Bounced around so much I lost track. One guy in particular paid the best compliment in telling me I resembled Mia Hamm (awesome)! I finally tucked out around 8-something when I met up with Mr. Reds Fan and his friends. But not before I thought it was necessary to do back-to-back Jager shots, followed no-less-than-ten-minutes-later, a Wet Pussy. Eight non-stop hours of partying… well, 24 straight hours including Thursday night with not-much rest time.

Cabbed it back home to enjoy (maybe two pieces of) a 2-for-1 Pizza Pan special along with my newest additions to the DVD collection… (I barely made it through “Assassination Tango”) and Cinci. Why did the cab driver give me a baggie of confetti?

What a great weekend! And it’s only Saturday! Yes, I stayed home.

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