A funny St. Patrick's Day story.

This weekend, I had the pleasure of going up north for a family pub crawl. It's okay, I can give you a moment to feel insanely jealous that my family engages in such activities as pub crawls.... We're pretty awesome, I know.

In any event, we had a great time full of shenanigans ("I'm going to pistol whip the next guy that says 'shenanigans.' "Hey Farva, what's the name of that restaurant you like? That one with all the shit on the walls?" "Shenanigans? You guys talkin' 'bout Shenanigans?" "OOOOOH.") My aunt's friend was on a teddy bear-monkey leash (HEY, she didn't get lost), and we saw lots of crazy attire. One moment that made me laugh the most, was a semi-forgotten memory. You see, there was a guy dressed up as a leprechaun. You could take photos with him. Of course, my cousins and I insisted we do so. I was a chatty Cathy by this time, so I started asking the guy, "So, how does one come to be a leprechaun at a stop on a St. Patrick's Day pub crawl?" Honestly, I can't remember the answer. I do, however, remember that he was in college. For finance. This prompted a very stern lecture from me.

F.A. "Listen, Leprechaun. What are you going to do with that finance degree?"
L: "Um. I don't know yet."
F.A. "Whatever you do, DO NOT GO TO LAW SCHOOL."
L: "Um....okay...?"
F.A. "I am SERIOUS. There are no jobs, and no one I know that is a lawyer is really happy about that decision. I AM TELLING YOU THE TRUTH."

L: "......"

F.A. "I wanna hear you say that back to me. Promise me you will not go to law school."
L: "Um, I promise I will not go to law school."

Perhaps 45 minutes later, I ran into him while I was walking to get a beer.

F.A. "HEY. Remember what I told you?"
L: :::Audible sigh::: "No law school, I remember."

I think I sufficiently creeped that guy out. Also (and this is not a newsflash), I think going to law school wasn't one of my better decisions. Sigh. It is what it is.

Happy St. Patrick's Day to YOU.