Irish Eyes Are Smiling

Last night was the second time in my almost 10 years of being able to drink legally that I’ve gone out on St. Patrick’s Day.  We started off at The Rathskeller, which was a zoo of drunk green people.  Next was Rock Bottom where we were able to grab some seats at the bar and get some amazing food in our bellies.  Finally, we ended up at Howl At The Moon where the husband and I eventually tapped out and left the birthday girl so we could get back to the comfort of our quiet home in Greenfield.  Rather than give a play-by-play of the night, I’m going to go down a few Best Of’s and a few WTFs.

Best Drink Of The Night:  Without a doubt, this was the RB Sweet Iced Tea at Rock Bottom.  Jeremiah Weed Sweet Tea Vodka, Beefeater Gin, Bacardi Rum, Cointreau, Sweet and Sour, and Pepsi, shaken and served over ice with a lemon wedge for garnish.  One of the best Long Island’s I’ve ever had.

Worst WTF Crowd:  The Rathskeller was a mess.  I’ve been wanting to get in this place for a while, but we definitely picked the wrong night.  People were packed in like cattle; you could barely move and it sounded as though everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs in order to be heard.  Also, I get that this is a drinking holiday, but there were far too many plastered people considering how early it was.

Best Atmosphere:  Howl At The Moon, a dueling piano bar, gave the bar patrons exactly what a St. Patrick’s Day party should be about.  The music was fantastic, the performers hilarious, and the wait staff very attentive.  I’m planning to go back to this place on a non-holiday some time in the future because I just fell in love with it.

Worst WTF Drunk Chick:  Chicks actually.  A lady in her 60s and another in her 30s, both overweight and both sloppy drunk.  Old lady grabbed my back as she walked by and I had to pry her hand off of me.  Younger lady then grabbed my arm and started babbling about who knows what.  Later, while trying to dance with my two girl friends, the younger one started trying to dance with me, thrusting her crotch in my direction.  I ran.  They were a mess the entire night we were there and seemingly unable to keep their paws to themselves.

Best Pick-Up Line:  While getting ready to leave Rock Bottom, the girls took a bathroom break because we have to go in groups for some reason.  On the way out, this guy said to me:  “DAMN girl, you got a walk on you!”  I don’t know what that means, but it had me cracking up as I ran to find my husband.

Worst WTF Pick-Up Attempts:  I couldn’t hear a word this guy at Howl At The Moon was saying, but had a clear view of his butt crack unfortunately as he danced on stage.  He wore sunglasses, stumbled every few seconds, and loudly shouted in girl’s faces.  At one point I saw him lean in close to a girl and start coughing right in her face.  At another, he tried to hit on a leather-faced woman in her 60s, probably too drunk to see who he was talking to.  I wonder if anyone out there was drunk enough to sleep with him.

Best Meal:  Ball Park Pretzels at Rock Bottom; two giant pretzels brushed with ale and dusted with salt and garlic.  They serve it with a spicy spinach cheese dip that is truly liquid heaven.  This was the perfect treat and I was very tempted to see if I could order a gallon of that cheese dip to bring home.  So damn yummy.

Worst WTF Is Going On Moment:  After the husband and I left Howl At The Moon, it began to sprinkle.  Sprinkles turned into rain, and rain turned into a torrential freaking downpour.  By the time we walked about a mile back to our car, we were fully soaked through to the skin.  It was horrible, but it sobered us up 100% for the drive.

Best Happy Moment:  I have a couple.  Getting home and out of our wet clothes was amazing, as was having some snuggle time with the husband.  Aside from that though, it was truly fun to hang out with some ladies.  Being a girl with mostly male friends and being a girl who has never embraced or even found her girly side, it was nice for a change to spend some time with women who are very different from me.  I hope we get to do it again sometime soon.

Worst WTF OMG WHAT IS THAT Moment:  On the drive home, we saw this on 70.

We didn’t see anyone in the car; the driver’s side door was open and there were no visible bodies inside.  There were half a dozen people walking around near the fiery wreck, but the one car seemed to be the only vehicle involved.  I have no idea if anyone was hurt or what happened, but damn, it was scary.