Rubbing Shamrocks And Other Misadventures

It is St. Patrick's Day today, and across many lands, partygoers will get hammered with green beer, and wake up in the morning with a stranger in their bed. We thought we would avoid that stranger in the bed scenario and just get straight to the sex. Green cupcakes and some body paint might be involved. And at one point, we might holler Erin Go Bragh in the heat of passion. In the meantime, we leave you with an image blog for the day.

If you happen to wake up with a stranger in the morning, hopefully it's someone reasonably attractive, as opposed to someone who reminds you of your despotic tenth grade English teacher. If it is your tenth grade English teacher, you might want to cut back on the green beer next year.

Is That A Lucky Charm In Your Pocket, Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?

It's that time of year again, St. Patrick's Day, where across the world we celebrate a Roman-British saint who may have driven the snakes out of Ireland while dispensing Christianity to the Irish... and we celebrate by getting hammered. Scarlett and I thought we'd mark the day with some amusements and some music.

We'll be spending the evening rubbing shamrocks on each other... looking for lucky charms and buried treasures. Mostly in between the sheets. If you happen to hear something that sounds like an old fashioned Irish Banshee wail, well, that's just us. No need to be alarmed or call in an exorcist.

We'll leave you then with something musically inclined... U2, performing Walk On live at Slane Castle in Ireland. Happy St. Patrick's Day!