St. Patrick's Day Redux

In brief: mistakes were made.

Over the course of a long day I went from my referring to 'iambic pentameter...my ancient enemy' to attempting to order a 'a large hot chocolate...with extra mushrooms.'

Mushrooms...marshmellows...all the same in the end. Right?

I also offered Heather some assistance on the Red Line. ('You mean ionic breeze theory is all a big lie!?)

We started at the local at about noon. Ventured into town at about two or so and made our first stop at the Littlest. We passed up the Burren - 'Cover charges!? We don't need no steenkin' cover charges!' - and hit Redbones for lunch. Following this stop we hit the Sligo and the Field, before seeking the safety of the familar and returning to the local.

It was at this juncture the Dunkin Donuts incident occurred.

Shortly thereafter I danced.

The horror, the horror... like a pub crawl on a razor blade...or a shot of Jameson's whiskey.