My English teacher said he was going to tell us a 40 minute long story that has been named "The Leprechaun Story" but he said it didn't exist (lots of drugs in the story....) I'm sure he'll tell it eventually..
It's supposed to be a very touching and heart warming story. Maybe I will write it here if I ever hear it.
I didn't really do anything for St. Patrick's day. I wore a big, dumb green hat I got from a girl in my first period class, other than that no real green or any St Patrick's day spirit. Not old enough to go on a pub crawl.
i had a gig with some friends playing irish fiddle tunes at a local pub. it was so loud that no one could hear a note we played, although everyone cheered and tipped us and clapped along with several different rhythms at the same time. after it was over the other fiddler and i discovered we'd been almost a half-step out of tune with one another all evening. who knew!