I was at the Southside Irish parade yesterday. Missed the thing. The ENTIRE fucking thing. Usually I see a litte bit of it. But I didn't see shit. My happy ass talked to a buch of other random drunks. Got a (business card) pic of a nekked fellow. Showered everyone with hugs n kisses. Went to an afterparty. Passed out there for about an hour.

Oh oh oh. And I got a called a God for drinking Jack and coke. Apparently it was pretty strong. Can't say I noticed, that's how I always drink the shit.

Outside of my birthday and Christmas, parade day is my most favorited day of the year.

2 more days until I celebrate my heritage yet again.

Am I wrong or is St. Josephs Day a Polish day? Someone said it was Italian. Either way, I'm celebrating more of my heritage on Friday. Vodka.