Post St. Patrick Day Rant

I am back. I have been remiss in posting this week. I should have posted on Tuesday with a St. Patrick's Day post. I should have posted yesterday with a post-St. Patrick's Day roundup. That is where we stand. The post St. Patrick's Day recap.

It was not pleasant. Well, it was pleasant enough on Tuesday. The green beer, the corned beef and cabbage, where was there to be a problem. It was all great going down. Why did I not see the consequences of all that? I was pretending to be Irish, and look what it got me.

It is no fun, I repeat no fun, to puke up piles of green. Fucking green beer and over drinking! So come Wednesday, we were assaulted by the sight and smell of piles of green puke. There was that stink to deal with, then the stink to come.

After trying to stir from the bed and catching a whiff and sight of what needed to be cleaned, the corned beef and cabbage started to stir. I am not sure there is anything worse than corned beef and cabbage farts...oh yeah, add that to the smell of puke (aged about 6 or 7 hours).

It was one big putrid reek-o-rama. The visual was bad enough but the olfactory was sublime. The only thing worse would have been crawling up my own ass with a dead and rotting goat. Do you get the picture....or at least the scent. If you find yourself with dry heaves, then you have got it. If not, you are missing something brilliant.

I am feeling better now, so obviously, that passed. It is all clean and the stink does not seem to be lingering, so maybe next year, I give up the notion that I am Irish and just sit St. Patrick's Day out. Then again, there is always next year.

Ciao!