Cynically Optimistic

He. Puts out.

FIRES!!!

And [allegedly] so did all the other firemen I saw stumbling around the Upper East Side last Saturday. Go take a look at all the delicious evidence.

I had a blast at a party in a friend-of-a-friend's pad right near all the action. We had cornbeef and cabbage, johnny cakes, green chocolate chip cookies, and plenty of booze. I refused to swallow any Jager on this most holy of days, and chose Jameson like any civilized person. Also like civilized New Yorkers, we watched a parade on TV that was literally only 3 (avenue) blocks from our party. We did go for a stroll during the party to gawk and ogle the sidewalk eye candy. Later, the party moved to a crowded Irish Pub near my place called TJ's Pub where the barman knows most of the patrons. Much fun was had. I crashed early with a slice from Pizza Park (mmm.... whole wheat crust).

[Note: please excuse the poorly photoshopped green wall above. It's just not appropriate to see a red wall for a St. Pats post]