A couple of weeks ago I had the best St Paddy’s Day (evening) I’ve had in a long time.
Kristy jumped into party-planner mode and invited a few friends from her work, put together some decorations, made some party snacks and it turned-out being an awesome evening.
Throughout the evening an Irish accent was maintained by most of the guys who came along and the main theme that remained consistent throughout the evening was trying to justify how “Irish” everything was… for example, Kristy would bring-out some party pies and someone would pipe-up that it wasn’t Irish… so then we’d go through a process similar to the 7 degrees of separation to work-out how that item could actually be the most Irish thing in the world.
This happened for everything from food, drinks, clothing items, colours and the list goes on.
Obviously, this doesn’t sound incredibly humorous, but after a couple of cans of Guinness, some very lethal jelly shots and a 6 pack of beer everything starts seeming a lot funnier.
My night ended after doing shots of Dr Jurd’s Jungle Juice.