I hope you had a fine, drunken day. I guarded a stool at the Chip Shop on Atlantic Avenue for six hours or so. The Chip Shop is a British fried fish joint, but it was the closest thing I could get to an Irish Pub. I must offer sincere apologies to my friend Joanna who was looking to drink a pint just two doors away at Buck’s Lodge. I must also say “boooo!” to the folks who hate the Irish and stayed in. The know who they are and they know I’m not saying “boo-urns!” Erin go Bra-less to the fine folks who did make it out.
For the record, I love malt vinegar almost as much as beer.
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Site of the Day: Via Gizmodo, what you might think I want for my birthday, but not so, cell-phone enabled lederhosen.