I'm headed back to that other beautiful city by the bay, Boston, in a few short days!
I have never spent St Patrick's Day there before but have heard it is legendary.

I have had some raucous experiences here in SF on previous Green Beer Days. All very fun!

I'd love to hear your wildest St. Paddy's Day escapades, whether here in SF or anywhere else - lads and girleens!

Erin go braugh!

about this.  1984, St. Patrick's Day and I had an office in the Boston Park Plaza Hotel (Back Bay) with my employer at the time.   I was shuttling back and forth between SF and Boston and it was a grind.  Anyway, a few friends said to meet them at "The Seven's" - a small, neighborhood bar near Beacon Hill.  I can't remember the street but it was a semi-residential area with little shops and restaurants.  Maybe it's still there.

5 of us meet about 6 pm and go in the bar - it's already lively and many aren't feeling any pain - that early.   We start to drink and just have a great time and eating snacks and generally getting more rowdy as time goes on.   I was with a gal who wasn't particularly "hot" but the drunker I got the better she looked - and the same could probably be said about my appearance to her!

She is getting really soused and is leaning on me to keep from falling over (I'd say this is about 10pm) so I grab one of her ample breasts (that was one good feature) just to "test the water" - she reaches down and grabs my crotch!  Aha...I'm getting lucky tonight, is my thought.  We go outside (and it's chilly!) and start making out against the building.  Anybody want to guess what happens?   INSERT GUESS HERE_____



If you guessed...BARFED all over me....you're right!   No, I did not get laid.

As an interesting postscript - I go back to the hotel, clean up and head back to the bar (her friend took her home) and when I get back there is Huey Lewis.  Drank with him until they threw us out at 0-dark-thirty.   Good guy.

No nookie but drank with a rock star.

CG

of mine who had gotten out six months earlier.  He lived in Long Island, and I stopped over on my way back to Boston from South Carolina, where I had been discharged.

He's an Irish guy, so we hit NYC on the night before St. Patrick's Day and went bar hopping in the Village.  Ended up in a Brothel he knew about somewhere near the Village, where I had a fantastic session with a lady who had just arrived from Brazil.  Back to the bar and closed it down at 4:00 AM.  Neither one of us could remember where the car was, which was probably a good thing.

We hit a Diner for some sobering up steak and eggs and then hit the streets looking for the car.  Around 7:00 AM, we noticed crowds moving uptown so we just went with the flow and ended up in the staging area.  My buddy ran into a good friend, who was a Fireman from Long Island in the city for the day to drive a Firetruck in the parade.  The next thing I know, we are riding in the parade that day in the back of the cab of a Ladder Truck, throwing candy and plastic fire whistles (who knows?) out at the crowd and nursing beers throughout the day.

We had dinner at a Pub with the Firemen from all over NY, got even drunker and ended up back at the Brothel, where we were politely turned away as derelicts. LOL  Ended up crashing at a dive hotel in Brooklyn until we could sober up enough to actually find the car the next day.

I love St. Patrick's Day.  

are you in Sf right now?

Talk about partying like/with a rockstar!

My experiences have been tame compared to those...Hopefully I'll come back with a good one - hmmm... wouldn't mine if it also involved firemen.

or I just got lost. I've never been able to figure out which it was. I had been to the parade in Holyoke, MA and being a good Irish lad, I was very drunk. I made my way to a phone booth after all the bars had closed and called my wife to come and get me. She said, "Where are you"? I replied, "I'm on the corner of walk and don't walk"....click...I took a cab.

Erin Go Bra-less!!!