Tis the season

Spent my first St. Patrick's day in Chicago. People really go all out. I mean, I like the color green, but they have taken it to a new level. I'm sure you have heard that they dye the Chicago River green for the day, it is really green. I know I'm not the first person to say, but if they can dye it this green for one day, why can't they dye it blue for the other 364?
We didn't make it out too early, most bars opened at 9am but we slept in. We had a relatively long night. I worked and Brandon came to the late show. But the night did not end there, oh no. We walked most of the way home because it was so nice. Soon, however we both realized that neither one of us had a key to the apartment. I thought he had it and he thought I had it. So we called my roommate to ask her to unlock the door... she didn't answer. We get home knock on the door. No answer. Mind you its about 3am by this point. So I figure she is still out for the night. We reluctantly call a locksmith who charges us an arm, a leg and the promise of my first born to open our door. Mind you, he's making a lot of noise (and it is now 4:30am). He breaks open the door and we finally get in. Only to find out, Nina was in the apartment the whole time! She slept through us knocking and the locksmith breaking into the place! Yikes. I hope that anyone who wants to potentially rob us is not reading this. Oh, well. Shit happens, right? Thats an expensive lesson that I had to learn sometime.
So back to St. Patty's Day. We walked downtown, caught the tail end of the parade, saw the green river, did it all. We went to a nice little pub and grabbed some irish grub. I had to go back to work and Brandon came and saw the other late show. One of the managers cooked 13 pounds of corn beef for the staff. Great way to finish off the night. And yes, every beer we served was dyed green. Tis the season