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Getting back to the St. Patrick's day thing, McBride threw a kickass party Saturday evening. Reese and I showed up at about 8:30 to an already very rowdy scene. Signore Popcorn was decked out in his holiday best and things were going well until I realized that the beer I had brought was sitting in Rollo's car all day. Jim came to the rescue with his horde of Genessee Cream Ale. As much as I loathe this brand of beer, it was seriously the best available there. Runners up in the beer selection included Labatt Blue and Red Dog (see my predicament?) Back in the day, we used to get free kegs of Genny Light and it was so bad that we rarely kicked them. The cream ale wasn't so bad though - just don't expect to use it during flip-cup.

Reese and I revisited my sophomore/junior year of college by running the beer pong table. We lost once, but that was good enough to be champions. The championship game was electric! I nailed cup after cup until it was time to close out the game. That's where Reese finished off the game by making the last shot and freeing Jim from the confines under the table. Why was Jim under the table? Probably because he'd come to enjoy it. He spent a lot of time under there that night, as it was a fit punishment for anybody who failed to make a cup during beer pong. Flip-cup wasn't so good to us. McBride, Rollo, Devinney, Monica, and Mike V. make up the team that is known as "Big Dicks". That leaves Reese, KTK, Jim and myself to work with one random (this time it happened to be Alex, who gave a valiant effort) in an attempt to gain ground on a team that has played together for a while now. Needless to say, wins aren't something we hang our hat on.

Those were the big events. Other notable happenings included the usual streaking (and I still can't figure out why this keeps happening) and Signore Popcorn getting punched and suffering a nice sized gash in his left side. We had to create a make-shift bandage out of masking tape, but he still partied harder than most of us. We all signed his bandage to show our support. Devinney also got punched. Come to think about it, he got punched by a lot of people. Serves him right for punching Signore Popcorn for no reason.

So as bleak as St. Patty's day started, it really ended on a rip-roarious high note. I didn't even get a hang over. Score one for Genessee Cream Ale and score one for Crock!