st. patrick's

...Is the worst day ever. I've always kind of hated the holiday, but now I abhor it. The air conditioning was out at the 'Shop, so it was a humid 85 degrees in there; so there's me, running around like a mad woman, carrying mounds of clothes with jeans wrapped around my shoulders, add a bunch of drunk tourists wearing garish green clothing (one of my co-workers: "Everyone is wearing green and flip flops. Ew.") and you have my version of St. Patrick's day. Not to mention the ride on the bus to and from work, with a bunch of people who don't know how to use the bus (just because you pull the cord doesn't mean the bus immediately stops). So, I got home, changed into my PJ's at 5pm and had frozen chocolate covered pretzels for dinner. The day was (semi) saved.