Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Erin Go Bragh, Indeed.

Yesterday was St. Patrick's Day, and as is our usual St. Patrick's Day tradition, we spent it up at Mickey Finn's (which is actually owned by an Irish man, unlike another Toledo "Irish" pub which is owned by a Polish man...just an observation in honor of a certain someone's holiday rant). Anyhoo, while there I was reminded of something that is fast becoming one of my favorite parts of going out to bars: Overheard Drunk Girl Conversations in the Ladies Room.

First up are two girls who were already in the restroom when I walked in, so they were aware of my presence. We'll call them Brunette 1 and Brunette 2.


Brunette 1: OMG, like, is he going to, like, pick us up or what?
Brunette 2: Well, he better not, like, say he's too drunk or something!
Brunette 1: OMG, look at my cleavage.
Brunette 2: **giggles**
Brunette 1: Seriously, my tits didn't used to fill out my bra, and like, now all of a sudden, they spill right out of it. I think I'm knocked up.
Brunette 2: Are you serious?
Brunette 1: Look at my tits! I like, have to be knocked up. I'm knocked up. OMG, if I'm knocked up, seriously, you have, like, no idea.

Too bad the size of your boobs is the only way to determine pregnancy. They should really come up with a test or something for that...

Moving on...

Later I was washing my hands and a girl walked in behind me. She doesn't say anything to me, but looks at herself in the mirror and notices her underwear is slightly poking out of the top of her pants. She gets visibly upset and yells, "Jesus Christ, I look like a WHORE!"

Then she stormed into one of the stalls, obviously just disgusted with herself. I felt like I should have waited for her and led her by the hand on a tour around the bar and introduced her to a few of the ladies I noticed who were purposely exposing their underthings. And then reassured her that at least she didn't have "knocked up tits".
Now on with the pictures...

Note: I found 2 cigars in a nice, sealed bag with matches and everything when I first got to the Pub.

Here's me with a beard....
Eric...I dropped him off on the street somewhere downtown last night (at his request)...hopefully he made it home Ok...

Bethany...too short, even for a leprochaun...

The fellas...

Lauren and Lindsay and the Attack of the Giant Inflatable Leprochaun Hand...









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