I went to Clancy’s tonight to do the whole Irish thing. Here are my conclusions:

I drink, but don’t enjoy it. I feel like there is this obligation because of the surroundings. As for the scene, I like the idea of meeting people at a bar, but the reality is that that does not happen, at least it won’t ever happen for me. I’m usually too aware of my surroundings to lose inhabitions. The parodox of the evening would have to be slutty girls. On the one hand, I’m a guy and can’t escape that. On the other hand, I’m always trying to look at things outside of myself and just end up thinking “this is so fucking rediculous.”

Happy Green Day in any case…. mmmmm… Green Day. I love those guys.