Every family doesn’t get drunk on St. Patty’s day?
Only Irish FREAKS do this??
For St. Patty’s, we went to Atlanta for the Sabres game. Sabres games are SUCH a big deal in this family (um, no not to ME) that we have season tickets to the ATL Thrashers. Did I mention that they are all SABRES fans??
First things first. We check into the hotel.
Second, we hit a liquor store.
We look like a bunch of Irish Gypsies in all of our garb, and let me tell you, except for the gay man dressed like a green fairy, we were the only group to look this “excited” for the holiday. We had booze hidden on us in every which way. (yes, even Brinn has a shot glass as a necklace) Apparently, they don’t do things “our” way, so we had to hide it out in public. Wimps.
Here Tara and I pose with the world’s largest piece of SHIT.and here is John, after hanging out with his friend, “Jack”. 
