St. Patty's in the City
We were awoken this morning around 9:00 by repair work on our roof. Directly overhead, we could hear loud hammering and what must have been stampeding buffalo. Assholes.
Last night was insane. I couldn't get over the number of green-clad people out in North Beach, many of them toting those jumbo beer cans in brown paper bags. The city felt so alive and so very, very drunk.
And we saw a fight. An honest-to-God fight between two groups of men that resulted in one guy bleeding from the forehead. What was scary about it was that no one was being reasonable. Two guys went at it for whatever reason (this was happening on the sidewalk while we were in a cafe), and their presumably less drunk friends didn't try to break them up. Rather, they got into it too.
One guy was being held to the ground, and another just came up and punched him while he was down. And the one that was doing the holding received an atomic wedgie from someone who didn't appear to be involved at all. The wedgie giver then darted across the street and to safety.
But a wedgie in a street fight? I couldn't believe it! Everyone in the cafe was on their feet by the window watching this happen. It was so crazy, I can't even explain.
The police were out in full force too. I tried to snap some pictures with my camera phone of three police cars arriving on the scene across the street from us. Some guy said to me, "You're taking pictures?" and I said, "Of course." I think it was a pretty natural reaction to the situation, whereas with the fight, I was so paralyzed and my heart was racing that it didn't dawn on me until after the men had all left the scene that maybe I should've taken a photo or two.
Anyway, here's the best of my blurry photos of the police.
We also enjoyed a nice dinner with some friends:
Juliet and Ryan.
Divya, Lenny, and Ben.
And there were desserts and hot, caffeinated beverages aplenty.
Louis and Alex.
And please, please, please excuse this terrible picture of me, but we did get to meet Colin Quinn! It's really a bad angle for me, and all my make up has been worn off and I'm drunk, but should you care? No, because I got to meet Colin Quinn and that means I'm still cool!
Me, Colin Quinn!, and Leon.
Last night was insane. I couldn't get over the number of green-clad people out in North Beach, many of them toting those jumbo beer cans in brown paper bags. The city felt so alive and so very, very drunk.
And we saw a fight. An honest-to-God fight between two groups of men that resulted in one guy bleeding from the forehead. What was scary about it was that no one was being reasonable. Two guys went at it for whatever reason (this was happening on the sidewalk while we were in a cafe), and their presumably less drunk friends didn't try to break them up. Rather, they got into it too.
One guy was being held to the ground, and another just came up and punched him while he was down. And the one that was doing the holding received an atomic wedgie from someone who didn't appear to be involved at all. The wedgie giver then darted across the street and to safety.
But a wedgie in a street fight? I couldn't believe it! Everyone in the cafe was on their feet by the window watching this happen. It was so crazy, I can't even explain.
The police were out in full force too. I tried to snap some pictures with my camera phone of three police cars arriving on the scene across the street from us. Some guy said to me, "You're taking pictures?" and I said, "Of course." I think it was a pretty natural reaction to the situation, whereas with the fight, I was so paralyzed and my heart was racing that it didn't dawn on me until after the men had all left the scene that maybe I should've taken a photo or two.
Anyway, here's the best of my blurry photos of the police.
We also enjoyed a nice dinner with some friends:
Juliet and Ryan.
Divya, Lenny, and Ben.
And there were desserts and hot, caffeinated beverages aplenty.
Louis and Alex.
And please, please, please excuse this terrible picture of me, but we did get to meet Colin Quinn! It's really a bad angle for me, and all my make up has been worn off and I'm drunk, but should you care? No, because I got to meet Colin Quinn and that means I'm still cool!
Me, Colin Quinn!, and Leon.