Feast before Famine

Just in case you don't get enough partying done today, the KC Kitty reminds us that St. Patrick's Day is soon approaching. Because we all know you're a great Catholic and these holidays have a lot of deep meaning and traditional value for you. Hah, if you were really a good Catholic you'd be busy covering up a sex abuse scandal.

However, Toast has a much more optimistic view of the festivities and she provides some good info on tonight's events as well:

The Crossroads Mardi Gras krewe has apparently hooked up with the 18th and Vine people. The parade route and celebration are supposed to stretch about two miles down 18th Street this year. All the way from YJ's to The Foundation and the Blue Room. The more merriment the merrier, I suppose. It'll be interesting to see the crosscrowd once the parade ends. Hippies and jazz musicians. I predict much dope smoke and unbathedness, as well as the usual drunken joy.

In related news I still haven't decided what I'm going to give up during Lent. I'm hoping to consult my priest and see if I can figure out a way to go carousing, get drunk, screw random white women and then spend the next 40 days giving up STDs, hangovers, a beer gut and other consequences.

And speaking of religion, I remember Lisa Simpson saying that prayer is the last refuge of a scoundrel. Come to find out that she was misquoting Samuel Johnson who actually noted that patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel. So I guess it's okay to be a hypocrite as long as you're not a Republican . . . Which I'm pretty sure might be the new campaign slogan of all Democrats running for office in the immediate future.

And now all of this talk of politics and religion makes me want to open up a bottle of Samuel Adams and then maybe a can of whoop ass.