An “Irish goodbye” is when you sneak out of bar because you are drunk and tired and you are afraid your companions will try and make you stay. It’s a necessity among warm people who hate to see you go. No one has caused or done more Irish goodbyes than my friend Colleen. And now she is saying farewell to NYC for a spell to pursue some other opportunities in the capital. So to my favorite fellow barfly I offer another type of Irish goodbye:
May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand or in a rocket powered race car with lasers and a fridge that can hurtle through time and catch dinosaurs.
– Traditional Irish Blessing (revised by me)
Some great C pics on STC.com:
– Getting married
– Brithdays here, here, and here.
– Pimping Alexander Hamilton.
– Having a drink here, here, and here. Also here. And here. Here. Here and here.
– Eating tacos or cookie dough.
– Dressing up in costumes or dancing. More dancing.
– Helping me move to the East Village.
– Finally, one of the first Pics of the Day, here.
Don’t be sad, she’s only moving to another state, not Paraguay. I’m sure she will show up as POTD again sometime very soon.
Let’s hope that pic is more flattering than today’s for both of us. We just look psycho in this one.
Sarah has posted all her photos from the party. Yes, I take my Guinness two at a time.