Making St. P Proud

This weekend was Hoboken St. Patrick’s Day. It is a fake holiday invented by the council of Hoboken bar and liquor store owners to ensure that the town cashes in on the annual Irish celebration. I’m pretty sure Hoboken’s city council is also a part of the scheme – between the $1,000 fines for open containers and the parking tickets I’m certain the city can now return some of the bailout money Obama just sent our way. Anywho. Joe, Phillip, Shannon and Stephanie made the cross-state trek to participate in the festivities. There was a bagel, a bar, a guy named Vinny, and an intense beer pong tournament. Because we are clearly too old for day drinking, we were back at my apartment by 7 where we inhaled some luke-warm takeout, erased most of the embarrassing pictures, and vowed to never start drinking before lunch again.