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2005-03-17 - 5:36 p.m. Can I just tell you how much I am disliking St Patrick’s day? That old adage “everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day” is such a load of crap. Uh, I am sorry Schlomo Schulman, you are not Irish! What many people fail to realize is that St. Patrick’s Day is, in fact, a religious holiday. A day of mourning meant to be spent in church not dancing on the bar and acting like a complete ass. And if I see one more ass clown in a green tam with the red wig attached to it… I just don’t think I can be held responsible for what I do to them. As I was walking to the subway this morning all the “Irish” pubs in the area were advertising corned beef and cabbage. Here is a little reader bonus, that isn’t even an Irish dish. It was adopted by the Irish from their Jewish neighbors in the Lower East Side because it was cheap. And don’t even get me started on green beer. That is a travesty as well as alcohol abuse! Well, I don’t have to go see Diary of a Mad Back Woman because I rode down with her on the bus yesterday morning. The woman sitting in the seat in front of me got on at the same stop I did so in her muddled mind we are apparently great friends. She had to tell me all about why she was going downtown and why her husband doesn’t work anymore and that she hoped her girlfriend was still at work when she finishes her business because they are going for lunch and blah, blah, blah. I tried the polite smile and nod of the head then going back to my paper approach. She just kept talking at me. I tried the “hey I am looking out the window at something very interesting” approach and she just talked louder. I even pulled out the holding the paper higher so I couldn’t see her approach and still with the talking!! Gah! At least on the subway most of the crazies don’t talk to you. Libbyfish? Why were you on the bus? You never take the bus. Well, the whole east side subway system was shut down so I had to take the bus along with the whole of the Upper East Side. It has been said before but I will say it again. I am not a friend of the bus system. I never bothered to learn the map so I haven’t a clue as to what buses go where and where they stop. I learned today that they stop at EVERY FUCKING BLOCK! The stop is 68th street and as soon as the bus pulls away from the curb someone hits the stop request strip and the bus pulls over at the next block. Are you kidding me with that? Seriously, you couldn’t have gotten off at 68th and walked one block? So needless to say it took me two hours to get into work. I was going to give a play by play of my trip to Amsterdam. But really, who wants to read that? I know I don’t, however, I will give you some interesting facts about the place. Well, I found them interesting.
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