It’s another good excuse for excessive drinking, this Saturday night of March: St Pat’s Day. So very funny how many New York Italians are Irish for the night!
Luckily for the pub-crawlers, it’s another warm balmy night like late spring. Having had a long day of auditions, I am home before the night ends and so won’t observe how it will end badly for some. I also don’t happen to like my beer green. On my way from place B to C I passed one spatting couple and the night was still young. Oh the results of revelry.