My original Saint Patrick’s Day plan was to spend the evening getting loaded at the previously reviewed El Bar with several recurring Propeller Skies characters. Friday night, that plan collided with my top secret plan to save as much money as possible, retire early, move to Jamaica, and rock the ganj like Jay and Silent Bob.

My friend Phizz to tha O-Z threw a pre-party at his crib. In the spirit of saving money, I rolled up with a twelve pack of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale (SNPA). I then pounded SNPA like it was my job. Later, to get in touch with my Irish heritage, I did some shots of whiskey.

Eventually we made it to El Bar. At El Bar, I called the Dog the Rabbit or maybe the Rabbit the Dog and went to find the restroom. While taking a leak, I noticed the toilet was revolving rapidly. I decided this was a sign from God* that I should take my leave and walked home to my ghetto fabulous apartment complex.

Saturday morning, while strolling back to Virginia Highlands to retrieve my dope ride, apocalyptic visions of drunken chavs crashing into my Acura while attempting to parallel park their ghetto sleds were running through my head. I was very relieved to find my beloved Acura right where I left it and in pristine condition.

notes:

* I do not actually believe in God, or any other supreme being, this is only a figure of speech for comedic effect.