Redcoats and Guinness

It may be a little late to recap my St. Paddy day adventures, but I would like to give a special thanks to the lovely (and shivery) city of Boston, land of beans, tea parties, but sadly, not car bombs. And by car bombs, I mean Irish Car Bombs. And by sadly, I mean because you can't order those in bars because of the Boston blue laws that prohibit serving more than one drink at a time. You can, however, order a half pint of Guinness, then order a half shot of Jameson, then a half shot of Bailey's, but who has the coordination to put those together surrounded by Bostonians on the fabulous Day of Evacuation?

A history lesson:
On March 17th, 1776, the British were run out of Boston after General George Washington (Hail to the Buff) and his rebel alliance climbed a hill and pointed some artillery at the pansy-ass redcoats. Who then shat themselves and took off in their ships towards New York. Read more here, or here. Luckily, Evacuation Day also falls on St. Patrick's Day, so those working in the city of Boston get a government sanctioned day off. Needless to say, bars in this fabulous city open on March 17th at 8am with live Irish music and breakfast buffets with your choice of Killians OR Guinness. Wonderful town.

I have to give a special shout out to the following people for making my Evacuation Day celebration ineligible for family photo albums:

Miami from Ohio
Pierce
The Yankee
Brandon and Mike
Harvard and Holland
ESPN Girl and Bachelorette Girl
Amanda and Heather
Vigor and Pep
Irish Guy Paul
G-U-I-O-U
Green Tea Guy
The Bouncers
Bloody U2

Also, thanks to George for being so kick-ass and founding the country and stuff, to Madame C for letting us crash and being a wonderful hostess, Dave for backing up Folk Metal in numerous (almost) bar fights, and to the city of Boston for the Big Dig and the Boston Museum of Science. I've been Scienced!