Loud Irish Punk

Well... St. Patrick's Day is tomorrow! I can only think of the perfect storm of intoxication this day designates....Jamison, car bombs, Guinness, Baileys, Strongbow, and McDonald's Shamrock Shake! Haha. For the rest of the quasi-responsible world, most heavy drinking took place Saturday (Mach 14), the unofficial celebration of St. Patty's, noted by the large amount of pub crawls and bar loops. Of course, yours truly was in the festive spirit.


Nothing kicks off hours of unnecessary day drinking like loud Celtic punk music and/or the theme song from Boondock Saints blasting at max volume. Angry fiddler + gnarly yelling= mosh pit, alcohol fueled perfection.

I decided (against my better judgement) to showcase some of the choice photos from the day/night.

There are no words that can summarize the ridiculousness of the day aside from this....

Taken at roughly 11pm Saturday. My friends are such classy kids....clearly not sober and enjoying the underlying alcoholism associated with the Irish Saint. They are the catalyst for every wonderful hilarious night of debauchery.

This photo was not staged. It is remarkable how it completely catches the essence of my friend that loathes his cultural/ethnic background on this holiday (the impact of South Park on his life is constantly debated), and ManCandy...camera shy and hustlin'.

Me and Anna-banana-badass...my usual partner in crime/amazing photographer and the glowing green staff at our local watering hole. Photo taken at roughly midnight. Ye be shamrocking.....