March 12, 2016

I am currently at the local casino. Earl and I are trying our luck this evening and he is having better luck than I am. Nothing wrong with that, it’s just the way it is.
 
 There are a lot of drunk people here. Many are dressed in green and screeching about St. Patrick’s Day, which isn’t until the 17th but the celebratory parade in town took place today and people have been falling down drunk since 10 am or so. As a man with a lot of Irish blood in my veins (as well as the appropriate complexion, hair color and temperament), I kind of get offended by all these people running around coloring anything and everything green, getting stupid drunk and screaming that everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day. It bothers me. I quipped to Earl that people would be offended if I got drunk and screamed “everyone is black on MLK Jr’s birthday!” I might have mentioned something about black face too but I don’t want to come across as overly insensitive.
 
 Honestly, I want to drink one beer this evening. A Guinness. Nothing more, nothing less. All the “Irish” folks are drinking chilled piss such as Michelob Ultra or Corona, because nothing scream about the old sod like a bottle of Corona.
 
 Perhaps when I find Guinness in this place I’ll be less disagreeable.