GAMES ALL DAY

It's that time again. The best annual sports moment.

ST. PATTY'S

St. Patrick was famous for this reason: He was captured from his family in Britain to be held as a slave for 6 years in solitude. He found a religious connection while being alone, had a pair of visions, fled Ireland only to return and preach christianity to the Irish, converting pagans and establishing traditions. Thus becoming the patron saint of Ireland. more...
The shamrock, which was also called the "seamroy" by the Celts, was a sacred plant in ancient Ireland because it symbolized the rebirth of spring.
Lenten prohibitions against the consumption of meat were waived and people would dance, drink, and feast—on the traditional meal of Irish bacon and cabbage. Irish immigrants living on New York City's Lower East Side substituted corned beef for their traditional dish of Irish bacon to save money. They learned about the cheaper alternative from their Jewish neighbors.
After being conquered by the English, and forbidden to speak their own language, the Irish, like other oppressed peoples, turned to music to help them remember important events and hold on to their heritage and history.
Each year the Chicago River is dyed Green.
The first St. Patrick's Day parade took place not in Ireland, but in the United States. Irish soldiers serving in the English military marched through New York City on March 17, 1762A few ways to raise your glass and make a toast:

May your fire be as warm as the weather is cold.

Health, and long life to you
Land without rent to you
The partner of your heart to you
and when you die, may your bones rest in Ireland!

As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.

May you get all your wishes but one,
So you always have something to strive for.

May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.

Here's to your coffin...
May it be built of 100 year old oaks which I will plant tomorrow.

May your neighbors respect you,
Troubles neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And Heaven accept you.

May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.

An old Irish recipe for longevity:
Leave the table hungry.
Leave the bed sleepy.
Leave the bar thirsty.

May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.

May you never forget what is worth remembering,
Or remember what is best forgotten.

May you be in heaven one half hour before the devil knows you're dead.

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been,
The insight to know where you are,
and the foresight to know when you've gone too far.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

May God bring good health to your enemies enemies

May you never make an enemy
When you could make a friend–
Unless you meet a fox among your chickens.

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FRISATSUNDAYS AGAIN

So because of the overwhelming response that I got from my last weekend recap here is the second tradition.

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FRI: Normally Fridays are awesome, and this one happened to be a little slower, but still enjoyable. After work I went by the Dope Couture shop to peruse the goods and the shop. Matt, the founder/owner/the dude was out in LA for a little vaca so I took a small lap in the shop and headed home.

As it was, a lot of people were one place or another this weekend. Top & Babcock are out in Vegaszona, Callis went up north, Cat is in the Cayman Islands, and I was at home. So I chilled out on the couch, contemplating whether or not I should go to Brothers. I sat long enough that Richie showed up after work, and we "chilled" and waited for Langer to get ready to head to Brothers. On the way we scooped up Ben.

When we stepped in the bar, our typical end of the bar was taken, the upstairs was closed, and there was no Natalie standing behind the bar. "Someone changed Brothers into Sisters..." But after a few cold ones, friends rolled in, Natalie was back behind the bar, upstairs opened and pool playing, Big Buckin' and other gameness ensued.

Gum flavored shots and bar food was the next MO. With pockets wearing thin, and a staggering stance it was time to head out.

I rolled back to my place with Lynds, she was done for the night because she had to work Saturday. Richie and Ben picked me up for a late night NHL session at Ben's. Epic games followed.

By 1:30am we dipped out.

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SAT: "Today I will get a Tv." I already had a few, but I want a big one, thats skinny, and shiny and shit. So I got on my grind, hitting up contacts to get a discount. (Im cheap, im not payin' full price.)

Hello 42LG50. Most of the day was dedicated to rearranging our apartment, and fitting all of my packrat art stuff back into an orderly display.

With everything back to normal and a soaking wet TV, I called up the crew for some Rock Band and bullshit. Me, Lynds, Rich, Nahas, Nicole, Shestak, Char, Santizzle, and Holly wrapped up a bottle that I bought for Nicole. (she hooked me up with the discount) And the bullshit continued.

Everyone cashed out around 2:15am when my ill advised pizza arrived. It was the shit, but totally unnecessary.

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SUN: "Someone rearranged our living room, and left behind a big ass tv." Short and sweet: Rich came by to play NHL while Lynds went shopping. Nahaus and his buddy came by to hike with the dogs and toss some frisbee, chicken dinner, US of Tara, Fantasy Factory, and one more game o' hockey.