Today was Saint Patrick's Day! My friends and I decided to skip cooking and just grab some food downtown so that we could be at the Mick O' Connells early to secure bar stools. We ended up at this grungy, fluorescent-lit little Greek place that serves these amazing massive sandwiches. They make their own bread, which looks a little bit like an American pancake but tastes more like Indian naan, add homemade tzachiki, raw onions and loads of marinated meat. I was full beyond the brim, which was probably a good thing, what with all the Guinness, Strongbow Cider and green-flavored beer that we simply had to try! Has anyone ever noticed that Guinness tastes like licorice? It was really fun to be out on a 'school night' - all of us had to get up early the next day so we felt like quite the little rebels against the work ethos. We ran into our old British lit. Professor and my old James Joyce Professor. We were home quite early, but because we got there so early, we were there for several hours just drinking and talking away. I think that maybe we realized that we weren't so old and boring, after all. You may think this to be an absurd notion, for us 27-year olds (and 24-year-old, in Jochem's case) to think of ourselves as old and boring. But if you'd heard how Bic described herself that night, you would understand.
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