Welcome to St. Patty's Day in New York City. My irish cousins come up to see their dad, who his a retired captain in the FDNY, and brave the crowds on the upper east side. This is an exercise in talking to cute fireman which always involves me, being a wing man for my cousins. Lessons for those who would ever come out during this day.
1. Never wear cute shoes. The chances of beer being spilled on them are 99.9 %.
2. Never bring a big purse. If you can, just bring a wallet and some lip gloss. People will either step on your purse, because they can see or, and beer will be spilled on it.
3. Don't wear the everyone loves an Irish girl t-shirt. That is so 2003. That shark has jumped.
4. For the love of god, try to go to the bathroom before you enter a bar packed with people. The lines for the ladies room are always torture, and once you get in there, toilet paper is always thrown around like monkeys were playing in there.
Well, I guess that is it. With all the annoyances, it always is a good time to my my crazy cousins. Hopefully, we won't be too hungover to make it to the train to the burbs tomorrow. The plan is to coo over babies all day.