Saint Patrick’s Day: A Day of Bad Decision

Wellp, Chicago survived.  We know that the official definition of St. Patrick’s Day is bad decisions.  And some people make more bad decisions then others.  And sometimes people with blogs see those bad decisions.  Then they write about them.

Like the girl who was carrying her 4inch heels and walking barefoot through vomit.  Or the idiots trying to join you in your cab – saying, well we are going that direction and I know you want to take us.

I knew this was going to be a rough day the second Tom Skilling predicted the 80 degree temperature on Saturday.  But we made it.  Partly because the Irish Prime minister was in town to help us celebrate!

My day was uneventful.  We spent most of the afternoon at a house party in west Lakeview.  This is a much better way to celebrate St. Paddys.  We hung out in the sun, played a couple of games, watched a little basketball, and enjoyed a leisurely afternoon.

But, seriously, you don’t want to know about my mildly boring celebrations.  So without any further ado, I give you The Awards for Best Decision on St. Paddy’s Day

Runner-Up goes to this gentleman.  I can’t even begin to tell you all of the things that are wrong with this picture.  Wait, I lied.  Actually, I can.

The most obvious is the lack of shoes.  (Did you think I was going to start with the random fact that he was sitting on the trunk of a car?)  What happened to his shoes?  And his friends.  Did they leave him because he wasn’t wearing green?  I mean, the blue tank top is classy but somewhat over the top for St. Patricks.

Also mentioned goes to the random groups of teenagers from the south side that replaced the slightly more family oriented afternoon participants.

We noticed large groups of teenagers in our neighborhood when we got home Saturday evening around 8.  The white drunken yuppies had been replaced by roaming groups of teenagers causing “wildings” incidents (last memorial day ring a bell for anyone?).   It was so bad that the McDonald’s on State and Chicago was shut down.  And there reported “incidences” all over the neighborhood.  Ugh.  It’s going to be a long summer.

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However, the award for Best Decision goes to the wonderful young lady who spent (at least!) three hours passed out against the walls of the cathedral.  Apparently, she decided that this was a good place for a nap.  And took one.  Standing up.  Occasionally she would start to fall and she would wake up just enough to resume her standing position.  She didn’t even move to the steps that were 10 feet away.

We’ve seen people curled up in doorways and mulch beds but a catholic church is a first.  Just when you think you have seen it all…

Kizzy and I went out for a walk on Sunday to survey the damage.  And I ended up having to carry her home.  Between the broken glass vodka bottles in the park, the sidewalks scattered with deep dish pizza, and the bus shelters filled with vomit, it was a dog’s paradise.

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