scuba steve aka my little leprechan aka sparkly hat dude

so yesterday was the epicentric holiday of the drinking calendar. (that would be st. patrick's day, for anyone not aware of this.) in keeping with tradition, i hung out with the cool cats from DRC. we started at piece of ireland where some random guy gave me beads, and then decided to prepare our stomachs for drinking at TGIFriday's. it was at this point that i realized that i was wearing guy beads that read something to the effect of "me hat is not the only big thing." haha.

after dinner, we went to bennigans where we paid a $10 cover for a crappy green mug and a crappier cover band. fabulous. after deciding that i really couldn't drink beer, we all went inside where manuel and i did a carbomb.

so eventually a guy wearing a sparkly green hat comes up and tries to order a drink. since i was sitting at the bar, i order his beer for him and then (of course) we started talking, a conversation in which he (from DE) used an irish accent. oh yes "lads and lasses" an irish accent. first off, he forgot my name within two minutes of hearing it. okay in terms of grading, that's a loss of at least five points. apparently, he does R&D for a scuba equipment company. he even showed me his scuba license. haha. poor guy. he was trying so hard. but i'm not easily impressed anymore, so it takes more than a scuba license to do it for me.