On Saturday morning the river turned green and all of Chicago turned into a bunch of little drunk Irish people.
Saturday started off innocent enough with eggs and mimosas at home before we left to go to a friend's apartment that was right off the river. On the way to the apartment it was roughly 12:30 p.m. and the streets were already full of far too many drunken idiots. I rolled my eyes at the silly people in their green tutus and their stupidly small leprechaun hats on their heads standing in line for a dumb bar that would take them at least an hour to get inside.
We drank some Guinness, took a few Irish car bombs and by the time 3:30 rolled around and everyone was ready to head to some bars up north to get away from hour long lines of tourists downtown, Chris and I decided we were ready for a late lunch/early dinner. And so we went to our favorite spot in the West Loop, Au Cheval and we feasted our little Irish hearts away.
I casually asked Chris to take a photo of me and this is what he gave me. I assure you I was not as sloshed as I appear in this photo. He liked it because he said "It looks like a great St. Patricks Day pic!" Because I'm wearing green, drinking a beer, and appear to be hammered? Yes, apparently so.
And so we finished our St. Patrick's Day Saturday at Au Cheval sipping on their amazing Bloody Marys and eating their one-of-a-kind burgers.
This place seriously has the best burgers in the city. Hands down.
And with each Monday brings a new promise to eat healthy for the week. If I make it until Thursday afternoon I'm really proud of myself.
Happy St. Patricks Day, everyone! May the luck of the Irish be on your side today!