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Let’s just address the elephant in the room.
Why is the whole changing of the clocks still a thing? It messes with babies and it messes with me. Right now my computer says 8:10 a.m. but my body is pretty sure it’s 5 a.m. John Oliver touched on the nonsense of this whole thing last year, but it still rings true. Perhaps this was a good thing back in the day, but it has ran its course. Let’s be done with it.
Someone has a case of the Mondays, can you tell?
Since we lost an hour yesterday, I decided to go all in and lose 12. Meaning Chris and I laid on the couch and watched TV and ate the most disgustingly good food for 12+ hours yesterday. It rained all day so it was really our only choice. We were also in recovery mode.
The St. Patrick’s Day celebration in Chicago is not for the weak. If you haven’t done it before, I suggest you give it a try. One time might be enough. I took Harlow to the park on Saturday morning around 9 a.m. and there was already an intense party energy in the air.
Trolleys full of people clad their in their green uniforms were rolling up and down the street. The bars had lines around the corner, and Irish inspired music was blasting from every window. And this was all before 9:30 a.m.
We opted to apartment party hop downtown rather than stand in line at the bars before heading back to Lincoln Park to grab the real party animal, Harlow. That’s right, Harlow came with us to our last party stop, Andy’s rooftop, and he was the bell of the ball, socializing with everyone and acting like he was a total regular at house parties. I just wish we could have gotten a family photo because Harlow was also wearing a Let’s Day Drink shirt.
We ate and drank just a little too much on Saturday, but that’s just what you do when the river turns green in Chicago.
I woke up yesterday and told myself I’m laying off the booze for at least a month. But then I remembered I’m heading to another bachelorette on Thursday in the mountains… A bachelorette for a certain friend who’s middle name is Party and first name is Roy. And Roy Party will be expecting a full on adult spring break 2016 and I’m more than a little scared for what might happen. I just can’t handle it like I used to. Give me a Bloody Mary, then give me a two hour nap, please.
Woof. Okay Monday, let’s do this.