Happy St. Patrick's Day! I don't know about you, but I decided to honor the Irish in me by drinking as much Tullamore Dew "legendary Irish whiskey" as I could last night. After indulging my husband's wish to eat at the one restaurant in town that I can't stand (I'm talking to YOU - Tutto Pasta), that happens to have his favorite Linguine Vongole, he suggested we go "bar-hopping." Wha?? We were both giddy, I think, from having such great conversation over dinner (all the meltdowns last week regarding "the move," Destructo, therapy, the IEP, etc. in conjuction with The Best Advice Ever have actually made conversation with my husband fun and easy again!). That giddiness led us to an Irish bar downtown where I got my Irish on in the form of a delicious Tullamore Dew. After those drinks we thought The Karaoke Kid sounded like a SPLENDID IDEA.
At 8:00 pm.
That's right. Because THAT is how we motherfuckin' roll. We get trashed by 8 and hit empty karaoke bars where I can dominate the tiny stage and try all kinds of new songs that I don't have to be embarrassed about botching because the only people in the bar are me, Daddy-007, the bartender, and the owner. And at least two of those people really want me to keep on paying for songs. :) My best song of the night, according to the bartender, was American Boy by Estelle (and, in case you are wondering, Yes, I did rap Kanye's part, too). Because I HOPE that not all of you listen to terrible Top-40 radio, like I do, I am including the song. It really is a great song. :)
Enjoy your day! I'll be nursing my Irish Flu here on the couch. Lying right by the side of my two sick boys that are home from school today. (How's that for bad timing? *groan*)
We got home by 10:30 pm.