Blue Moon

Ah St. Patty's Day, you do me so wrong. I believe one year ago this night I was drinking green miller lite out of a plastic cup in some rinky-dink suburb. I decided I better take it up a notch this year and actually have some good beer in an irish pub. Tommy helped me out in that area by ordering me One helluva blue moon at Glueks pub in Minneapolis.
Now, I'm not Irish, not a drop of irish blood in me in fact, but the german in me is no stranger to knocking a few back on a wednesday night. The lack of irish in me though did make me think twice about whiskey shots that seemed to be freely being passed around, and by the size of my hangover in the morning, I think it was a very good thing that I didnt' go that route.