Happy St. Patrick's Day.
Most of my neighborhood seems to be drunk already at the Emerald Tavern right across the street from me.. Soon I'll be there.. Either freezing my *** off getting drunk in line or sweating my *** off in the elbow to elbow crowdedness of the tavern with a bunch of drunken fools in bad hats.
Anyone got any plans? Anyone just not give a *****?
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Smasharoo called me at, no joke, 6:45 this morning to let me know he was having his first plate of corned beef and cabbage of the day. Irish people are crazy.
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“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
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― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Happy Paddy's day!
My green beer days are over now but have one for me anyway.
My green beer days are over now but have one for me anyway.
What's bred in the bone will not out of the flesh.
Have a great day folks!
I put on the corned beef at 10 this morning in the slow cooker. Jonwin and went to make chap and forgot to also add the cabbage to the corn beef, so dinner tonight is just corned beef and champ with Guinness at room temperature.
I'm about to go back for more champ.
I'm about to go back for more champ.
In the place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the Morn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love me and despair! -ElneClare
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
Perhaps we may hit the Irish pub that, for whatever reason, is in the middle of a very Asian-oriented business area. Told hubby that we'll have some Irish cheer before we get some Pho tonight.
The only time of year around here you're gonna see studded black-leathered bikers with green hair and black people dancing jigs. Maybe I'll take pics
Then after I stagger across the street to my after party.. I can laugh at the cars dodging all of the other drunks out the window since people seem to forget the differnce bwtwixt a street and a sidewalk. Good times! Last year I actually my first true one-night stand.
ELNE! COME TO THE EMERALD!!
Edited, Mar 17th 2008 6:43pm by Kelvyquayo
Then after I stagger across the street to my after party.. I can laugh at the cars dodging all of the other drunks out the window since people seem to forget the differnce bwtwixt a street and a sidewalk. Good times! Last year I actually my first true one-night stand.
ELNE! COME TO THE EMERALD!!
Edited, Mar 17th 2008 6:43pm by Kelvyquayo
As a mark of respect , I'm eschewing Stella Artois for Guinness tonight.
Quote:
On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of bones
We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides
We had four million barrels of stones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
And the ladies lined up for a set
He would tootle with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was **** of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor its' always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
That he longs for the shore
and a charming young *****
Who will melt all his troubles away
Oh, the noise and the rout
Swillin' poiteen and stout
For him soon the torment's over
Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
An old salt from the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned (1,2,3!)
I'm the last of The Irish Rover
We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of bones
We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides
We had four million barrels of stones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
And the ladies lined up for a set
He would tootle with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was **** of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor its' always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
That he longs for the shore
and a charming young *****
Who will melt all his troubles away
Oh, the noise and the rout
Swillin' poiteen and stout
For him soon the torment's over
Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
An old salt from the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned (1,2,3!)
I'm the last of The Irish Rover
"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve
Jonwin said if we had way there we would join you. By the grin on his face, I take he has been there. He grew up in Parkville and Irish. Can't say I ever notice the place, while he given me a tour of were he grew up.
No way either of us could stand riding the 2 buses, it would take us to get anywhere near there.
Hmm, now I know were to stalk Kelvy
No way either of us could stand riding the 2 buses, it would take us to get anywhere near there.
Hmm, now I know were to stalk Kelvy
In the place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the Morn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love me and despair! -ElneClare
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
Kelvyquayo the Irrelevant wrote:
Last year I actually my first true one-night stand.
ELNE! COME TO THE EMERALD!!
ELNE! COME TO THE EMERALD!!
Are you insinuating that Elne should be your second one-night stand?
Quote:
Are you insinuating that Elne should be your second one-night stand?
dooood, I want to say I banged an Asylumite! (Tim, that night in Boston don't count) Elne. I would TOTALLY pick you guys up. Problem would be dropping you off
Keep in mind I drink every few months.. Plus I tell you.. this place is PACKED.
dooood, I want to say I banged an Asylumite! (Tim, that night in Boston don't count)
I noticed you didn't post "I want to say I was anally raped in my sleep on a shoddy cot while two adult women turned away and cried into their pillows"
Haha. Good times, good times.
Disclaimer:
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a *****. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a *****. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.
want to clarify, yes I grew up in Parkville and well know the location of the Emerald Tavern. However I never set foot in place. (Now my younger brothers are a different story)It had bit of a rowdy reputation that I wasnt lookign for. I did my underage drinking at the Brauthaus up in the Parkville shopping center and at the Pizza Place at Joppa and Satyr Hill roads. ( Used to work at E J Korvettes across the street.) It was called WOLFY's back then. My Dad did his drinking at the Parkville American Legion.
Second I dont frequent places that serve green beer on St. Pats day. Its against my sense of decency. This is the first year since 2000 I haven't stopped by one of the good places in Baltimore for a pint. I had a glass of Clontarf whiskey instead.
As far as elne is concerned she is much too good to be a one night stand. She would completely ruin your plans to move, knowing you would not be able to see here again.(Unless of course you make enough money in your new job to send the occasional plane ticket.)
Cead Mile Failte' Slainte'
Second I dont frequent places that serve green beer on St. Pats day. Its against my sense of decency. This is the first year since 2000 I haven't stopped by one of the good places in Baltimore for a pint. I had a glass of Clontarf whiskey instead.
As far as elne is concerned she is much too good to be a one night stand. She would completely ruin your plans to move, knowing you would not be able to see here again.(Unless of course you make enough money in your new job to send the occasional plane ticket.)
Cead Mile Failte' Slainte'
the first year since 2000 I haven't stopped by one of the good places in Baltimore for a pint. I had a glass of Clontarf whiskey instead.
Ryan's Daughter.
Of course the best Irish place in Baltimore would be about 19323th on the list in Boston. Dubliners come here to get the real pub experience.
Disclaimer:
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a *****. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a *****. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.
Slancha, mates
No we go to The James Joyce normally. I remember how the Manager came by right before they open next to where Jonwin used to work with a club sandwich. I think he said something about how sorry they were for making a mess of the front of the Museum. Even my great aunt Nora had lost her accent by the time I was born.
Would have been fun to see how they ran Quiz night this evening.
(Since I knew we were going to make it this year, I haven't read the post on their MySpace blog.)
Would have been fun to see how they ran Quiz night this evening.
(Since I knew we were going to make it this year, I haven't read the post on their MySpace blog.)
In the place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the Morn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love me and despair! -ElneClare
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
Smasharoo wrote:
19323th
Thrith? Threeth? Thirth?
Edited, Mar 17th 2008 7:35pm by trickybeck
Smash Ryan's Daughter is nice for food, don't know about the bar. Ever try Claddagh?
No quiz nite at James Joyce tonight. They were doing seated meal times.
You may talk about Boston Irish bars BUT Baltimore is home to the OLDEST operating Irish bar in US. Opened near the B&O RR yard for all the Paddy's working on the RR.
Kel GReat music link for today
Edited, Mar 17th 2008 11:52pm by Jonwin
No quiz nite at James Joyce tonight. They were doing seated meal times.
You may talk about Boston Irish bars BUT Baltimore is home to the OLDEST operating Irish bar in US. Opened near the B&O RR yard for all the Paddy's working on the RR.
Kel GReat music link for today
Edited, Mar 17th 2008 11:52pm by Jonwin
out of curiosity.. do people in other states call the police drunk-truck a "Paddy Wagon"?
Yes, they do. A vicious slur on the idea that the Irish cant hold their liquor.
In England or parts of it, I understand they call the police wagons Sweeny's after Sweeny Todd.
At least I was told that once.
In England or parts of it, I understand they call the police wagons Sweeny's after Sweeny Todd.
At least I was told that once.
Jonwin wrote:
Yes, they do. A vicious slur on the idea that the Irish cant hold their liquor.
In England or parts of it, I understand they call the police wagons Sweeny's after Sweeny Todd.
At least I was told that once.
In England or parts of it, I understand they call the police wagons Sweeny's after Sweeny Todd.
At least I was told that once.
The Sweeney is the London Equivalent of SWAT: The Flying Squad
(Rhyming slang - Sweeney Todd / Flying Squad, so just referred to as The Sweeney")
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