When Irish Eyes are Smiling...

Only the beginning of the end....


My Sunday: The Irish Catholic Version

9:00 am: Meet Morgan as PJ Clarke's opens;
9:01 am: Loot tables for better Irish garb;
9:15 am: Morgan eats massive amounts of bacon, Michelle, a green bagel;
9:30 am: Wendi and Jenna arrive, go directly to open bar;
9:40 am: Katie and Kristi arrive, go directly to open bar;
10:00-11:30 am: Michelle made official Bloody Mary maker, new appreciation for Jameson and coffee, fight nearly erupts 'cause Wendi wants Illinois to win;
11:30 am-12:15 pm: School Bus ride to SCARY south side to celebrate with the city's real Irish, drink beer on bus, smoke cigs on bus, contemplate if indirectly we are corrupting the youth who will be riding the bus on Monday because the bus now smells like beer sludge;
12:20 pm: Yelled at by Cops;
12:30 pm: Wander around, don't really pay attention to parade, pick up a guy in line for the port-a-potty, make him our group chaperone, look for booze and/or bar;
12:45 pm: Cop at the White Hen tells us that today it is ok to drink on street (just don't do it on the CTA, Jenna..)
1:30 pm: Head North, look for train back to civilization, take Cab to Will's to join other UW alum for the game;
6:00 pm: Go home, shower, crawl into bed, pass out for night.