Drunk and Waiting for Spring

What's next? I'll tell you what's next, St.Paddy's day and Spring. That's what's next.
This past Saturday, oh and what a treat it was to have the holiest day in the Drinkers Calendar fall on a Saturday, we did what we usually do on the 17th of March. We got fall down drunk and loved every minute of it.
Starting at 1030 in the am, one of my regular Paddy's Day cohorts, Adam or as he's more commonly know, Girlpants...or Girlhair....or Girlballs....or...well you get the picture, came over and we started the day off with some Irish Pub songs which were washed down with some wonderfully hoppy County Durham Signature Ales. At about 11a we grabbed a few walking beers and then headed out around the corner to the Old Yorke Tavern for a light brunch and some pre-bar beers. Being masters of the Drunken Arts, we figured that if we were going to start this early in the morning we best lay down a good pre-coat of food lest we get too drunk and miss the later part of the day. For it's not called Paddy's Night, it's called Paddy's Day, so you best be ready to drink all day.
So after some most delicious Eggs Benny washed down with an even more delicious Wellington County Ale, we headed off to the Wheat Sheaf for some pre-bar bar drinks. You see the Wheat Sheaf wasn't the final destination so we can't really call them bar drinks yet can we.
So it was off the mighty Sheaf where we met Leor and Mike So for a few early bevies. I think we had a pitcher of Moosehead but really I can't remember.
After the pre-bar bar drinks we headed to what was supposed to be our final destination, The Foggy Dew. By this time it was almost 1pm and the line up had just started to form after we arrived. That usually happens. Russ showed up just in time to join us for some pints of Mill Street Tankhouse Ale but a few others weren't as lucky and got stuck in line up purgatory.
After some frantic text messaging we figured it was best to blow off the Foggy Dew and head back to the Wheat Sheaf were we would be able to get a seat and enjoy the festivities of the day together with our friends.
Basically we stayed at the Sheaf the rest of the day, but we did manage to sneak over to the Bank Note for some Leffe and some more Wellingtons.
This is where things start to get a little blurry. I apparently spilled some beer onto Adam, er Girlpants' pants and he left. Then the Leafs lost. Then I got cut off. Then we left but were told to come back in cause we stiffed them on a $175 bill. Then we went for Mexican food and finished off Paddy's day with some Sangriha.
All and all it was another successful Paddy's day with more memories forgotten than remembered.
Oh and just so we are all aware, this Wednesday is the first day of Spring and we can all give the collective finger to Old Man Winter for another year.
And none too soon either. After four months of driving up and down that wretched stretch of asphalt known as the 400, I've developed an entirely new disdain for that crotchety ol' bastard. If it snows one more time this year it'll be too soon. Cram it with walnuts ol'man and bring on the sun and the warm I say! Melt away, melt away, melt away!
One more thing. Go to www.united-nations-of-beer.com and check out the massive Guinness review. Yours truly has posted his first review on this site there. Enjoy. As the newest of the Ontario Beer Delegates, I'll be contributing more often, so check out the Ontario link, read the bio and come back often for more drunken hi jinks.
So what's next?