This year’s festivities were very interesting. Interesting because I did not do anything profoundly ritualistic

Like what Tim says, I too did not put on any green and/or “Kiss me, I’m Irish” t-shirts. I did not consume green beer, or any other beer for that matter.

It’s funny how my desire to drink is drastically diminishing. I really hope this is just a phase, because I hope not to associate this with one of the many signs of my aging.

Instead, Bowie and I took out a wealth of snacks and established a girls’ night in. We watched The Holiday. What a bad film, but Bowie begs to differ. I can’t stand Cameron Diaz, and her massively large cheek bones. I can’t stand Jude Law, and his supposed hotness. Anyway, maybe I was influenced by the bad plot.

What was refreshing was Kate Winslet and Jack Black’s performance, maybe because I can better relate to their plot.

Anyways, as the night was over, we were greeted by a nasty swamp of vomit along the residence corridors. It was real nasty. A trail of what seems to be digested pasta flooded the halls. Sadly, because the custodians don’t work during the weekend, the puke will continue to sit until Monday morning.

I better thank the patron saint for this. I hope it means that he will grant me good fortune.