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For the first time in a number of years, I spent St. Patrick’s day outside Cleveland proper. I have spent numerous Cleveland hours standing at parade routes (with one year as a parade participant) in wind, snow, rain and sun and plenty of existential drinking moments that I’d just as soon forget — or already have — PLUS I knew the ex might be here and felt I just needed some rejuvenation to the holiday.

Columbus! Nothing less than any expectation I could predict by one of my favorite holidays. It was fantastic having new faces and names to forget as the green beer flowed. The entire day was spent at Flannagans. There was $20 parking, $10 entrance fee, $7 drinks… and shit, free music? The tent attached to the bar was probably the most ingeneous of ideas. Beyond nightfall ALL the lights were turned off with continued music bumping and just PACKED with people drunk, crunk and dancing to this junk. Glad we got there early to skip senseless line practices, save for the one-hour-at-a-time restroom stops… and the requisite italian sausage with EVERYTHING plus jalapenos. The night could NOT just end without a climactic dramatic tale to be told. BTW, “by the garage doors” is probably not the best of directional GPS text messages.

Who runs into their high school crush (not the HSS) after 12 years… in Columbus? Mel does. So, seeing as how I never let HIM on this bit of a secret, I felt St. Pat’s was the perfect opportunity to reveal that… while remaining intoxicatingly cute. Again, hello, it’s been 12 years! There’s not going to be any chiming church bells or singing birds in my future — have no fear. But it was absolutely wonderful being that hilarious and nostalgic with one of my best guys from high school. And goddamn, he’s even better looking!

And since I haven’t been very photo friendly as of late, here ya go… Why I don’t like Vodka, Part 1,302,382: Melyuckjelloshots
In Columbus? Looking for that perfect heaping helping of greasy goodness to nurse you through that 14-hour drinking binge? Let me recommend Thurman’s Cafe in German Village. It’s just plain inexcusable to NOT enjoy a 14-ounce bun o’ goodness… with extra cheese… and vinegar fries. Sidenote for the extremely hungover hungry: the place is really small, but well worth the 20-minute or so wait. Might want to pack a granola snack to hold you over.

Reading: my electric bill… how is last month’s THREE times more than ANY electric bill in a year-and-a-half??, “A Concise History of Graphic Design” by Richard Hollis, another new Sports Illustrated

iPJHiser’ing: “Mad About You” by Hooverphonic, “Pure Pleaser Seeker” and “Over and Over” by Moloko, and “Amar Si Tu Te Vas” by Los Amigos Invisibles

To do-ing: researching African documentaries from the 1980s, uploading St. Pat’s photos, budgeting, looking forward to “Beautiful Ohio” at the Cleveland Film Festival Friday night, fluctuating between my anger-and-sadness break-up phases, dating (??) HEY! Are you interested in doing the tango?

Thinking: “Love is a grave mental disease” — Plato

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