Amateur Night

It’s St. Patrick’s Day, or as I like to call it Amateur Night. I don’t usually go out on St. Patrick’s Day. Too many amateur drinkers crowd the bars. In fact, rubbing shoulders with them tarnishes my reputation as a professional drinker and full-fledged member of the drinking culture. However, I have company who think they want to drink.

We’ll see who the last man standing is tonight. I am betting on me. I figure after a good night’s sleep I am good for a fifth of whiskey and twelve beers if anybody wants to match up with me.