All Things Green

I am severely lacking in motivation today. I know last night I said I wasn't counting on a snow day, but I lied. Deep in my heart I truly thought I would spend today lying comfortably on the couch watching marathon episodes of Heroes season one and occasionally lifting my arm to feebly bring a mug of coffee to my lips. Instead, I found myself trudging off to work, in the dark, with roughly zero snow on the ground and zero snow in the sky. All I have to say to that is, WTF weatherpeople? Where's my final winter hurrah? I'm supposed to be in pjs right now, fools!

Moving on, my plans for this weekend were big, big, big until the proclamation of a Nor'easter; suddenly it's looking like I'll have a lot of free time. While I have tentative plans to attend a very large Charlestown party this evening, replete with green beer and lime jello shots, C is still very flu-like and I don't know that I can stomach a party full of strangers and Guinness without him. So, everyone please send some well-wishes his way- maybe your collective psychic energy will amp him up enough for a night of beer pong.

Saturday may also be a bust if we end up getting snowed in. Last year St. Patty's Day fell on a weekday and we still managed to get out to a show in Cambridge, this year it has been kind enough to land on a Saturday and I have no plans. I'd bitch about that some more but honestly, there's no shortage of Irish bars in the city of Boston and I'm certain some plans will crop up out of the blue. They always do.

Sunday is supposed to be fair weather and we're heading down to Southie (Matt Damon, if you're reading this, I'll be on the lookout for you) for the giant Irish parade and some mad cap fun at my friend's new pad. How many green beers does it take to start yelling obscenities at the men in kilts? I'll be sure to report in on Monday.

Happy luck day, clover lovers!