It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. So I decided the morning after St. Patrick’s day would be the perfect opportunity. I’ll just say my St. Patty’s night was a little on the hilarious side. I drank early, and stayed sober the rest of the night to be designated driver for Mr. Tyler Stanley. We descended upon Philadelphia in a blaze of glory to Tyler’s Brother’s house. Then off to dinner on South Street. (The most food I’ve ever eaten in my life.) And then of course, back to Coleman’s house at Drexel where the boys enjoyed some Guinness and car bombs.
The drive home was eventful.