Woah, talk about Deja Vu. But the chance to get your Irish on twice in one year only comes around once in a lifetime... and I wasn't about to pass that up. In the beginning, things weren't looking too promising; the crew we were with decided that we'd be celebrating St. Patty's at Jim Bob's. If you've ever been, then you know what I'm talking about. This place is a popped-collar parade. You go here to pick up on the bleached platinum-blonde in the knee highs. It's basically got Guido's dripping off the walls. But, when all was said and done, I ended up having a great time. It turns out it's not where you go that makes a night, but who you go with.
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