The night began with heading to the local pub to watch March Madness. The inebriated local Leprechauns surrounded us as we watched the game, or at least University of Arizona literally drop the ball over 2 periods. After some beers and deep conversations with the beau a man came up to offer us Irish Car Bombs. We delighted to accept his offer and after some awkward exchanges between us and the slurring man we went on our Merry way. I like how the spirit of St. Patties just happened to us and we just went with the flow. I always forget about this “holiday” and generally witness it rather than be part of it, however the taste of Bailey’s and Guinness still lingers in my mind this morning.