We celebrated St. Patty’s day today.Lynette and I started the night playing cards, which we haven’t done since station closing. We were in the galley, which slowly became the place to be as people trickled in throughout the evening. Before long, the Irish Car Bombs were running rampant. For those not familiar, it’s a pint of Guinness, into which you drop a shot of half Irish Whiskey, half Irish Cream, which you slam. Slamming a pint of Guinness is a bit like eating a loaf of bread in 15 seconds. The Car Bombs are kind of a sneaker drink, and I ended up drinking about one more than I should have. Nothing bad happened, thanks to Lynette shoving water into my hand the rest of the night, but I didn’t feel great the next morning. I did have a good time, though, and people had a good time messing with me.
The pictures are courtesy of Jordan Anderson, our IT guy down here