Mood: Tired.
Music: Nature Boy, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Game: World of Warcraft (60 Rogue, 15 Priest, 9 Warrior (PvP))
Book: Malcolm X - As They Knew Him, Various Authors.
Muffin: Blueberry-Peach.
Punchline: Like you need a punchline on St. Patrick's Day.
OK, let's get this out of the way: I hate St. Patrick's Day.
I have no ill will towards the Irish, and I am absolutely thrilled that the Irish have a day to proclaim their pride in their heritage and history. I'm all for it.
However, as most people in New York know, St. Patrick's Day is the day when anyone who needs even the slightest excuse to get drunk has full license to go out and get blitzed. If you think I'm exaggerating, the Irish pubs were full while I was walking to work at 8:15am.
If history is any guide, McSorley's on 7th Street opened at 6am or so, and has had a line around the corner since 8am...and will only get worse. I lived across the street from McSorley's for a year while I was at NYU. Witness the bar mug thrown through my closed bedroom window while I was in college. At 2am. By the way, I lived in a sixth floor walkup that year. Quite a throw.
Anyway, in addition to the usual drunken revelry, the parade starts at 11am, and marches down 5th Avenue...neatly bisecting the city into east and west...and making it impossible to get across town above ground.
Which is where the track fire/smoke on the 7 train this morning comes in, it being one of the very few ways to get across town underground.
In short, the city is in drunken bedlam, people are drinking instead of working, taking half days, wearing green for no good reason...it's all enough to give me a headache.
Now, let's add the kickoff to the NCAAs? And the bars are now officially dens of complete drunken insanity. Either one of those events would be enough to result in decreased productivity at work, but together? Negative numbers, baby.
And I guess I'm not contributing by writing this instead of working on the panel fabrication schedule and shipment going out tomorrow. Ah, whatever. Maybe I can get out of here at a kinda early hour and sneak past all the pubs and such and just get some sleep for a change.
Posted by Glenn at March 17, 2005 02:18 PM