St. Patrick's day: even the balloons are turning against us!

So, today was St, Patrick's, an Irish holiday in the same vein as St. Georges day in England, or Braveheart day in bonny Scotland. I did nothing to celebrate, I never do, I have only drank for the past year and a half so I've only had one instance of the holiday in which to celebrate in true Irish style:

Getting slaughtered in something green.

This year was no different. I had spent the day being at school and half doing/ half avoiding school work, but when it came to 7 O'clock I decided to wander down to the pub like I had planned to do earlier in the week, and see a few friends. Two friends of mine decided to tag along; worst. Idea. Ever.

Okay that was pure hyperbole, but the point still stands; they turned up just after I took the first sip of a glass of milk, I was then forced to down said milk in one, and was unable to enjoy its milky goodness. Evening ruined? No. but I was looking forward to that milk.

As was previously mentioned, the theme heard around the world was green, I worryingly spotted my only green shirt laying metres from the wash basket (obviously it was supposed to be in there, only to have got sidetracked along the way...) and so I couldn't wear that.

Damn.

TO THE WARDROBE! All I had was my green 'Lost' hoodie, I've never seen the show, yet I own it's hoodie form? Oh well. It will do, I suppose. So, looking uncharacteristically chavvy I ventured down to the pub, saw my friend Jenny (Who introduced me to the 'Friday' video) who I engaged in conversation with. She was drunk, there's no doubt about it, and we proceeded to talk about how neither of us likes Guinness, and the fact that the balloon's decorating the buildings were adorned with the Guinness logo. Balloon's are generally a non-biased decoration, and to see them siding with the enemy...I'll be honest, I was shocked.

Is it just me, or did this get very boring very quickly? On with life!