I’ve been a fan of St. Patty’s Day ever since I lived in Chicago. Wow, that city knows how to party. All day, all night Guinness binges. No time to eat, except maybe a slice of pizza on your way to the next bar. The river is green. Everyone’s wearing bright neon green, not the subdued green you see here in San Francisco. Yesterday, I saw this woman wearing a shockingly green skirt and I thought immediately, “Oh honey, you’re definitely not from here.”
I completely forget it was a holiday. Luckily, I had green on the stems of the flowers imprinted on my stockings. I barely had time to go to the bathroom, I was working so hard. I actually took my Blackberry into the bathroom so I would be productive every second of the day. On top of that, I had a dentist appointment scheduled and my mortgage broker called to say it was time to finalize my refi. They were ready for me to sign that night. It’s been tough, getting my student loan lender to subordinate that loan. We’ve had to extend my refi period three times.
I skipped my writing class–which I never do. Who skips something that they paid for? After my signing, I went to a Korean spa and just sat in the steam room, breathing in and out. I left to meet Dean at the Red Devil Lounge for St. Patty’s Day festivities, a U2 cover band, and a meet and greet with two of his friends. At the first opportunity, I queried his friend Amit, “Tell me the truth. What are the red flags? And would you set your sister up with Dean? Tell me the truth.”
Dean passed with flying colors. His friends affirmed, “It’s so good to meet you because we can’t stand how much he talks about you. Non-stop! It’s great to put a face to the name. You’re a nice, smart girl. Dean is a good guy. We’re really happy for him.”
I’m ga-ga for this guy and looking forward to meeting his family over Easter.