Anyways, St. Patty's turned out to be a pretty cool evening. I hadn't had any plans but decided to go into the Irish pub like I said. Met some interesting characters and got to talk to the friend I had made several months back. We had a good time. It was awesome, they had a kilted band - 2 bag pipes, a marching snare drum and a marching bass drum. They played on the sidewalk out front and inside the tiny pub (which was completely packed and def over fire code regulations). It ruled. I'd love to experience a St. Patty's somewhere like Boston.
At the end of the night I was at my car just sitting there and noticed this guy by himself stumbling down the road. He fell flat on his face so I got out of my car to check on him. He was obviously plastered. He was about 3 blocks and headed in the wrong direction from his car but he described where he was parked so I knew how to get him where he was going. He tried to pay me for helping him but I stuffed the cash back in his coat pocket. Made him swear several times he wouldn't drive off and just to sleep it off in his car, he said he wasn't going to drive and that "that would be stupid." hah. I just didn't want him passing out downtown on the side of the street. Figured I'd get him somewhere familiar. It's a good feeling when you can help someone out.