I’m sure they don’t mind that you’ve reduced a rich cultural tradition down to green Jello shots, not at all.
What is it that people from San Francisco say? “I liked it, it reminded me of home.”
Well, yes.
Dublin, 2009.
Lest you imagine our love for San Francisco to be unconditional, allow us to dispel this spurious notion.
The San Francisco Giants, official baseball team of the Irish.
Waiting on the parade, 9:30 AM, McAllister.
Never not Irish.
What is it
about de rigeur holidays that irk me so? Is it that I lived in the Richmond for over five years, and after that, Lower Nob Hill for four, three of which were spent over a Polk Street bar?
Think I just answered myself. Wonder if the cops still put barricades out on Geary to keep revelers from falling into the street?
Oh yeah, I know what the problem is: it’s WEDNESDAY and I can’t go to a bar.
