I know St. Patrick’s is on Tuesday. But in Chicago, where contrary to popular myth, the don’t dye the river green*, this weekend was St. Patrick’s Weekend. Parades, green beer, bar specials. Years ago, I would go downtown drinking with friends. Never actually made the parade. Never saw them dye the river. Just drank heavily.
But, years go on, and then next thing you realize is that you haven’t done the St. Patty’s thing in 7 years.
So the other day, I got a note on my door from a neighbor who invited the others in the building (only 6 of the 9 units are sold) down to her place on Saturday for brunch and beer. Leah and I moved into the building on the same day. We kept running into each other that day, but have only seen each other three or four times since. But, when the cute doctor invites you down for beer, you go. Plus, her place is the mirror of mine, except that her den is closed off. And I was curious to see what she’d done with the joint.
There were some slight differences, but I really like the way she’d repainted a few rooms. But I prefer the color of the marble in my bath, and the decision to replace the “dining room” hanging light with the ceiling fan was confirmed.
Had a good time, and joined her and her crew on the pub crawl through the neighborhood afterwards. No great stories, but felt good being out with a group again on St. Pat’s.
And I got lei’d!
* They dye it GREENER. It’s always green.