Happy St. Patrick's Day...

I think after four years at an Irish Catholic college and 26 years of not being Irish, it's safe to say my caring about St. Patrick's Day has bottomed out. I think it's a silly holiday and excuse for people to pretend their a heritage as an excuse to drink themselves into a gutter. That being said, Erin and I are spending tonight with Bob at an Irish pub for dinner, and I did begrudgingly throw on a green shirt at the suggestion of Ricky, but that's about as far as I'll go.

So instead, I think I'll say Happy Evacuation Day to all the Massachusetts residents out there who read my blog.


Oh, and an even bigger happy birthday to my friend Karin. That's the real holiday right there.