St. Pat's and the Bush

Ah St. Patricks Day. What is it about the emerald day that entices all to head out for a pint of solid dark stout or a clean glass of whisky. Maybe its the herald of spring and the excuse to just get out of the house after a winter of snow and cold. In anycase, last night turned out to be a banner one, meeting Pokey and his Dad for a pint at the SeaPig and hooking up with MikeMike and FunGina.

Band wasn't half bad, but moved on to Tribeca after 12 to finish the night at a couragous 4 am.

Guess I needed that after reading about the American plans to drill in the artic and NeoCon Wolfowitz leading the world bank. Thanks Dubya for screwing the rest of the world again with your right wing oil funded bullshit.