oh, saint paddy.

i'm kind of intrigued by the strong association of heavy drinking with st. patrick's day. like, why does a bishop that drove the snakes out of ireland inspire us to start consuming unnaturally-coloured beer at 11 am?

but, unlike many questions, this is one question to which i don't really give a damn about the response. because, hey, any socially-acceptable excuse to be hammered all day works for me.

sadly, i didn't start drinking in the AM with everyone else, but it was still fun to watch the results. the funniest story of the day though involves my roommate, who was conspicuously absent from the festivities. nobody seemed to know where he had gone; he just vanished randomly. and when i got home after the bar, he still wasn't home. i was baked and out of it, so i got into bed and was on the verge of sleep, when i hear tap tap tap at my window.

so i get up and let him in, and he is in the bag. i'm talking shitfaced. he started early, and ended up at a kegger, i believe.

and the first thing i notice is that cam is wearing an old man hat, a white golfer type thing which i have never seen him wear before.

"whose hat is that, cam?"
(laughter.)
"i have no idea."

i don't even think he knew he was WEARING a hat. i then notice that cam is not wearing his usual thrift store trench coat, but instead a snowboarding jacket. which is inside out.

"whose jacket is that, cam?"
(laughter builds)
"..... i have no idea."

again, i think that he was completely unaware that there was anything abnormal about his jacket. so, i go for a more general question.

"where were you tonight?"

and, surprise!

"i have no idea."

i think you get the picture. i receive similar responses to the inquiries, "what did you do all day?" and "how did you get home?"

that was my good laugh of the day.

phew.

also, he lost his bag.

the joys of drinking!