Dressing in our "finest" green attire, we headed down to Clery's where we meet up with Jim, Beth and Eric. Originally, we were supposed to meet up at 5pm to beat standing in line, but leaving later than expected, we got there with a long line already formed. It wasn't too bad except for the fact that we all pretty much had something to drink already, making it difficult to fight any urge to hit the bathrooms, as Eric and Beth can testify.
Cover charges just plain suck, but the place was nice as it has two levels. We went downstairs to find it pretty much empty and with a section just waiting for us to take. Surprisingly, it stayed relatively spacious for a while, and we heard the fire marshall came by and almost shut the place down due to being over capacity. Huh. I think we figured it had to do with the sit-down dining area on the upper level influencing the capacity number. Anyways, Guy got stuck outside for a good hour or so because of it.
Minor hurdles aside, it was a good night.
the Fightin' Irish
gangsta' Irish
Mardi Gras beads DO come in handy after Mardi Gras...just to add that little somethin somethin
I look so weird in this photo...had to add it
What do you think...is Eric tall or what?
After a few hours, Brian and I had to get some sustenance, and the food there was de-licious, greasy, but yummy. The downstairs turned into a club, and we hit the dance floor...
"If I were a rich girl, nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nah..." "...Let's get [it started] in here..." Fu-un!
We all kind of separated at this point, with most of the gang still sticking around while Brian and I left sometime past midnight. The T was packed with green folks who were luckily not operating any machinery.
On that note, Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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