St Patrick's day today apparently.
I opted not to leave the house other than to go to soccer training lest I get harassed/spoken to/killed by some awful guy claiming to be Irish once a year.
'Hi, I'm Irish. My grandmother was an O'Flaherty did you know her?'
I always say 'yes, yes I did... But then again everybody did...'
- Dylan Moran on Americans with Irish heritage.
The day before yesterday I had a go at painting for the first time. I bought some canvases, nabbed some paint from Uni and managed to get three bottles of Merlot for $20 at the local. I spent from midday onwards slowly becoming more and more intoxicated, all the while mixing my paints and getting to work.
I managed to produce four paintings in the five hours it took me to drink two of the bottles and I think, for a first attempt, what I have produced in my alcohol-induced artistic venture isn't that bad. For once I'm actually fairly pleased with something I've produced and am quite eager to display them and even do more in the coming weeks.
I paid for it yesterday with a mighty hangover.