Getting ready for work this morning I said to myself, "I wish St. Patrick's Day was every Monday."

Byrnes Pub is NO JOKE on St. Patty's Day. Yes, the crowd was a little overwhelming at times, but did anyone wait more than two minutes for a beer at anytime? It was a FINELY tuned operation and I credit whoever put that thing on. Amazing.

The music was great, the crowd was fun, the beer was tasty ... I honestly wish the day didn't end. It sort of had to around midnight though ... we had reached the breaking point.

Got there around 5 p.m. ... the Truth was on a mission to do 500 shots and he made it to 437. Better luck next time. He bailed early ... that's not a misprint. He left well before the others. He left after trendy, though.

Rolled in a cab to Byrnes with trendy and the Truth. the Truth said he wanted everything to be green except the pussy. The cabbie found that funny.

Talked to Claudio Reyna, this amazingly gorgeous chick with the best dimples ever. McCampus (who bats around .320 when it comes to responding to my texts) immediately shot me back text after text when I said I was talking to her. This went on for ten minutes. This was early in the night. She was actually really friendly and nice to talk to.

Lots of other skeezers in there as well. Probably four or five ladies whom have rode the "Dispatch Train of Meaningless Hookups."

We all looked good. Had green on ... hats, etc. trendy had four beers and then the Truth coerced him into doing a shot ... an Irish Car Bomb. I must have said "it's early" to the Truth about 400 times. Mainly because it was early.

trendy stopped drinking around 7:30 and left shortly after ... good seeing him though, we had a really good time.

Work people stopped by after that and they were awesome. The Godfather showed up and he was of course a hit with them. Ran into the Hoodies, chatted with them a little bit, talked to some other randoms, the Truth houdini'd around 9:15 p.m.

Bexley '07 texted me a few times as well ... she couldn't get into Byrnes (cuz she's 19) but was at Lucky's. Chose not to get lucky.

My cousin Kevin called around 10 p.m. and I went outside to talk to him ... and ended up meeting these four hair stylists/front desk workers (females) and one took a strong liking to me. We chatted off and on for the remainder of the night ... anytime you're rolling with a girl named Brianna, things are good.

The Godfather and I left at midnight and swung by Wendy's. I was freaking starving.

Life is very good.

- Art McGregor