This year was my first year actually doing something on St. Patrick’s Day and I don’t exactly know how I felt about it.
Kasey and I got up early and drove to her friend’s house that a group of us were going to leave from. There were 8 of us all together so it was a nice big group. We drove to Scranton (you know, where The Office is set), parked and walked to where the parade was going on. I was excited to hear that Hillary Clinton was there and it was also nice to see a whole bunch of people with Hillary Clinton stickers and posters because sometimes I feel like I am alone in my love of her. So we walked past the parade and got in line for a bar called Tink’s. A line. For a bar. Called Tink’s. Yeah. So we were in line for about a half an hour maybe more. We finally got to the door and squeezed inside. We had to pay $10 a person just to get in and then Kasey got us 2 beers each at $3 a beer. If it is possible to go through the entire college experience (being someone who drinks) and NOT drink beer I would like to see it. I hate beer and I constantly find myself drinking the stuff either because it is so cheap or in this case it is all that is available.
So we’re in the bar and it is completely packed. You have to sort of tunnel through people and it’s hard to find space to stand let alone move. We finally get to a little clearing with enough room for all of us to stand near each other and move a little to dance. People are bumping into us and other people have to tunnel through every once and again to get to the other side.
Now I have pretty severe anxiety problems so in addition to hanging out with a big group I am with them in a packed bar?! It was crazy. However Kasey is really attentive and I was able to relax and she kept me feeling really calm. I drank my 2 beers and then one of our friends got me another one. I don’t drink to much so pretty quickly I was feeling very relaxed. The more I drink the more personable and happy I get so I was starting to get more outgoing. This guy came into the group and somehow we started talking and I asked him to give me one of his St. Patrick’s Day necklaces. He said he would if I danced with him so he gave it to me and before you knew if we were dancing. (Well dancing like kids these days dance.) Kasey took this picture to share with you guys.
Afterwards he had me feel his ginormous arm muscles and smell his hair. (It smelled good, btw.) So it’s always entertaining. At least I got my beaded necklace!
The main problem came when I had to go to the bathroom. A few of us had to go so we made our way over there…uhh…to the HUGE line. Okay. So we are waiting in this line (I should have taken a picture of this) and we get to what I think is the corner where the door is. Nope! It’s a hallway! With the line continuing down it! By the time we get the the bathroom door and we can see in it the whole group of people around us is cheering people on when they get out of a stall. It would have been more entertaining if I didn’t feel like my bladder was going to burst. After I finally got there used the nasty bathroom and was on my way to the floor I really didn’t want to drink much more because I really didn’t want to have to pee again.
Kasey got me two more beers which I put in my pockets. I drank one and just couldn’t drink another one. I offered the beer to the other girls and they were all winding down too. I tapped some guy on the shoulder and offered it to him. He, of course, gladly accepted. The beer fairy has visited!
We needed some air so out into the streets we went. I was hungry so I got 2 hot dogs from a street vendor that had set up. They were the best damn hot dogs ever, I was so hungry. We stood and ate our food, used the bathrooms and then decided rather than paying another cover charge we went pack into Tink’s to dance a little more before heading out.
Again I ended up having to pee and wait in the dreaded line. This time I noticed that while waiting in the hallway you can see into the Men’s room and also that the urinals were up against the wall right next to the door…yes…I saw more male genitalia then I care to share, but I strangely could not stop myself from looking. I’m being honest!
We left the bar for good and it was still about 5:00 p.m. We were a bit hungry so we went in search of food. Kasey’s friend new this place called The Tipsy Turtle and they are supposed to have really good wings. We decided to check it out. When we get there this guy is standing next to a pit bull and the pit bull isn’t on a leash. Seems strange, but whatever. We get out of the car and go in. Two of the girls go to use the restroom and we look over the menus. Suddenly the waitress announces that to sit and eat there we all need to have ID. Even if we aren’t drinking. Weird, but alright. We get our IDs out. Mine is in the car so after Kasey shows hers we are gong to get mine. Kasey’s license is expired so she need to see a different ID. Kasey is used to this so she take out her passport, which is what I have with me also. Then this woman actually says that a passport isn’t a valid form of ID. A passport! She tells us they are doing them on the internet now so they can’t be accepted. A passport! That people use to leave the country! The highest form of government ID! She tells us we can’t eat there. However we could get items to go. She tells a group of 8 people that we can’t eat there! Even if we aren’t drinking! Even though we have been drinking that day in actual bars! Oh and get this, there were children eating there. Like children under the age of 10.
I don’t want to say that this was racist, but we were in that sort of town and frankly I wouldn’t be surprised. It just seems really weird. We were so in shock that we just left without saying much of anything. It took a while to set it. This is a place where 3 of the girls in our group have gone to fairly often and they all said they have never had to show ID before. I’m calling today to talk to someone about it.*
We go to leave and I am getting into one side of the van and Kasey is getting into the other. She suddenly looks scared and freezes and the freaking pitbull has just jumped into the van! I am used to violent dogs so I figure I will just chance getting bit to get the dog out of the car and away from everyone else. I grab its collar and pull it out. He turns out to be friendly so I shut the door and then this dog starts to jump up to all the windows. We try to back out, but we are scared to hit him. Then as we carefully try to pull out this dog jumps on the hood of the car! There was a dog on the hood of our car and he was trying to climb onto the roof. Finally we realize this is going no where so one of the girls goes into the bar to get someone to hold it so we can leave the damn place while I am standing outside holding it’s collar. Geeze. It was such a mess and hopefully it didn’t mess up the van. (I, sadly, didn’t get a picture of this.)
We go to a nearby pizzeria and just have some dinner and go back home.
All in all it was a good day and it was really enjoyable getting to see people that we don’t get to see very much. Hopefully we will all do something together again soon. At least days like this give us something to laugh about. So concludes my first St. Patrick’s Day ever spent out.
* I called and the person was very rude and said it was their policy and that the children were allowed because they were with their parents. So maybe we should have said one of our friends was our guardian. Whatevs. We definitely won’t be going back there.