Excellent news! I'm leaving the DC-area! For the next three days, I will be drinking my cares away in lovely Boston, MA.
Actually, the friend I'm staying with lives a quarter of a mile outside of the city limits in Milton, MA. I know from the Bethesda-DC debate that Milton just can not be considered Boston. They're two totally different places.
Doesn't that read ridiculously? So, DC-purists, admit it. Admit that people from Bethesda and NoVa are just as qualified to love or hate DC as anyone within the DC borders. Case closed. You lose. I win.
Anyways, I will be travelling with "Toby" of Vividblurry fame and our mutual friend (and Toby's roommate), Ag. We fly in and out of two of America's most famed cities: Providence and Baltimore.
I can't really describe how excited I am. I am not a native-Bostonian, but I am a Masshole. I think Masshole is such an endearing term of affection. In Massachusetts, people are so much looser. The "yeah, dude" mentality is obnoxious, but it's basically a big joke. In DC, people treat everything, even their drinking, far too seriously. Enough of that. I don't need that mentality sullying my favorite holiday of the year. (Incidentally, I am Irish.)
Regardless of my hatred for DC, there is no reason why people shouldn't spend every single Saint Patrick's Day in either Boston, New York, Chicago, or Ireland. Even if I were living in a more tolerable city than DC (like Gary, Indiana, for example), I would still be making this trip.
Well, I hope you miss me. I will miss you from the bottom of my black heart. CHEERS.