st. paddy's recap

Happy Tuesday!

Last night I ventured downtown for the inevitable sea of St. Paddy's parties. Spent the night sitting outside Scruffy Murphy's, which made for prime viewing position for a variety of debacles. Standouts included some questionable wardrobe choices (just say NO to bare midriffs) and a girl who (successfully) mastered a handstand in heels while outside the bar.

But the night's biggest "huh?" moment came as I watched at least five separate sets of partiers walk down Broadway with children in tow. Granted, they weren't actually entering bars, but the whole experience was just very surreal. Proves the point that yes, there is a time when you need to retire from the party scene.

Thoughts?