Tomorrow is indeed a magical day. For years now, the morons I hang out with have been celebrating the halfway point to St. Paddy's day. Yes, me, Miggsy, the Prof, Jingles, Scotty Pickles, Turk, Red, B-Cuddy (we're from Boston so it's required we all have cartoon character names) and of course Sully get together and dress in green. And get drunk. Savagely drunk.
- Dan
Why did this tradition start? Well it was really the fact that a dozen or so drunks had nothing going on one September over ten years ago and decided that this made sense. It doesn't. At all. But it's been a helluva drunken ride since it's inception.
What are the steps to a successful halfway party? I'm glad you asked.
1. Guinness. Tons of Guinness. Or you can substitute with Bud Light, the Guinness of South Boston.
2. Food. Preferably shepherds pie & a boiled dinner. Extra points if you're not the one slaving over the oven cooking this feast for a treasure trove of drunken reprobates
(Miggsy's a sucker).
3. Don't forget the Mad Dog. For as long as I can remember (which isn't long on this night) I've cracked open a bottle of Mad Dog and lo & behold the place turns into a hobo camp. Everyone passing a bottle around drinking the sweet sugary ambrosia. We all love it at that moment and regret it with the next mornings multi colored puke.
Now go off people, have a wonderful Halfway to St. Paddys party and lemme know what shade o' green your barf is on Sunday.
- Dan
@SouthieDanimal