Now that I'm thirty-old and don't automatically go out to rage on every drinking-based holiday, this past Saturday I found myself not out painting the town green, but at home, in bed. Since I live above a bar, though, it was almost as good as being there. People were so Saint Patricked out, screaming and laughing and belching right below my window, I could almost taste the beer and feel the pinching (I wasn't wearing green!). Anyway, since I couldn't sleep, I just lay there, remembering my favoritist Green Day ever. It was back when I was living in LA, and I was waiting for the bus and sitting next to this kind, elderly lady (TM), and she started talking to me. At first she seemed A-OK, making small-talk about the weather and other safe stuff. But then she started talking about Sainty P as if she knew him personally. "He would never have wanted it this way. He hates Lucky Charms!" Oh boy! Then the bus came and I decided not to sit next to her, despite how close we had become, and she started talking to her new seat-mate friend, and I thought that was the end of that. But then! As she was getting off at her stop, she paused at the head of the aisle, turned to the whole bus, and with a sweep of her arm, pealed out, "You are all invited to my house for tea and babyfood!" I opted not to take her up on the offer, but it was nice to be invited.

(PS: My diary has officially moved over to my official evany.com website. Let's meet up over there!)

(PS: My diary has officially moved over to my official evany.com website. Let's meet up over there!)