With another St. Patrick's Day safely behind me, I can't help but acknowledge how drink-fests are starting to bore me.
Don't get me wrong. I drink.
A lot.
And maybe that's the problem. I go out all the time and have become accustomed to feeling a bit groggy on Sunday mornings.
So I really see New Years and St. Patrick's Day as amateur night at the pub. The equivalent to alcoholic karaoke. As a weekly finalist in Drunkard Idol, it's not a lot of fun watching chumps murder my favorite past time.
The sad part is I will do it again next year and feel the exact same way the next morning.
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