March 18, 2009: Happy day after “Go Bra!” My posse and I started a mini tradition several years back after we realized the magnitude of madness that surrounds a drinking-themed holiday in Manhattan. Brilliantly, we switch Cinco de Mayo and St. Patrick’s Day. So every year on March 17 we indulge in burritos and margaritas and on May 5 we head for Guiness, a jig and the glorious buy-back rule. We avoid the dress code (just say no to shamrockwear), we still honor the celebration (just on the wrong day) and we don’t get pissed off because every bar we choose is riddled with drunkards en mass. Social excellence I tell you.
Quick pic of the Times building, taken on my way into the city (by car!) last Sunday night. It has nothing to do with Cincos or Saints. Unless you can mentally photoshop a Leprechaun in a sombrero scaling up the side. Hmmmmm.