St Patty's Day

This year St. Patrick's Day fell on a Wednesday, or as I affectionally call it "Hump Day" (for some reason that makes it sound exciting...not like its the 3rd day of every week forever and ever and ever...eva eva?) So, for the true party goer this mid week situation had absolutely no effect on the plan for the evening. And me, trying to be super cool, and hard core was ready to party the night away.....

Here is my take on the night. Never in my life have I been more disgusting, covered in more booze, pressed firmly against more people (like EXTREME rush hour on the tube) and absolutely sure that it would take more than one shower to get the stench off me....yet at the same time, happily drunk surrounded by friends and randoms with a huge smile plastered on my face.

The days leading up to this infamous Wednesday were filled with the same problem for all us girls. As I opened my closet and shifted through the clothes, I was amazed to find that I owned NOTHING green. NOTHING. Shit. So this could go 2 ways. Either I scower the city for something kelly green that I don't care if it gets annihilated that night, OR I just don't give a shit and show up in an everyday outfit. So after one trip to H&M where there was nothing green to be found in the entire 3 levels of the store....I decided to change my strategy.

So my goal for the night became "to swipe as much green shit off randoms as they passed by, that by the end of the night, I'd be one green St. Patty's day walking decoration". And to this I say, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

We went to Waxy O'Conners (http://www.waxyoconnors.co.uk/london/) to celebrate this drinking holiday, and somehow we had the foresight to set ourselves up on the guest list, so we would be "ensured entry" for the night. So essentially we were set! All the girls start showing up around 5 or 6ish. And when Jenna and I got there at 4:30pm....it was a MADHOUSE. I couldn't believe what an insane scene it was, so early in the night. We immediately head towards the back room (of 9) that we call "the dance floor"...cuz even though its in the back, it is somehow always at least 10 degrees cooler than the rest of the place. Unfortunately we lose cell reception on that level, so it becomes one giant crap shoot to find each other. The girls all knowing each other so well now, that we all somehow found each other with relative ease...but the rest of our friends, got lost in the shuffle. Woops!

So as the night went on, and the more and MORE crowded it became, the more I started to feel like I was in the mosh pit at a screamtastic/traditional Irish band show. As much fun as it was, around 10pm I hit my expiration, so Jenn and I caught the tube home. It was actually really nice to get home and even though I was WAY more drunk than I thought, I was miraculously able to get in the shower and get myself clean before passing out.

Overall it was a great night, full of laughter, good company, new friends, and hump day fun.