I’m a badass March 20, 2008

    A few days back during my St. Patrick’s day festivities I continued in one of my favorite traditions for this day- trying to get my ass kicked. I’ve indulged myself the past few years on this holiday by picking fights with people that I have absolutely no chance of winning a fight against. My personal favorite has to be the 6′5″ ginger guy two years ago who I thought was going to punch me in the face after I kept doubting his ethnicity by yelling “I am waaaay Irisher than you!” over and over. I probably would have deserved it.

       This year I decided to make my move while waiting in line for the bathroom. My friend and I were talking to the girls in front of of us of about how Irish they were, one responds “there is nothing Irish about me” right as this drunk, rather large woman comes out. She hears us and slurs “Everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day!”. Then, half as a joke, I lose my shit. I start laying into this complete stranger about how, “everyone’s not Irish, that’s bullshit. I get made fun of 364 days a year for being and looking so damn Irish (i.e. pasty ginger), so the one day a year that’s it’s ‘cool’ to be Irish I’m not going to let everyone take it from me and my people, ect. ect.” Ridiculous shit really. Oh, and I was pointing, angrily. Just pointing, and waving my hands about, and getting in this women’s face for absolutely no reason. I did learn that beer and obscene sarcasm don’t mix in social settings. That, and I’m a bitch. I learned that I am one crazy bitch.