So I was eating a bowl of Lucky Charms cereal on Monday morning when suddenly, a tiny leprechaun leaped out of the box and onto my spoon. "Two dollar beers at three bars in Dundee tonight, matey, arrgghh!" Huh, now there's something you don't see every day, I thought. A pirate leprechaun, I mean. Tiny leprechauns jumping out of cereal boxes is not all that out-of-the-ordinary; its practically a daily occurrence, isn't it? It's not? Well then. Excuuuuuse me.
Anyway, it was then that I remembered that today is St. Patrick's Day, and that I'd promised our resident faux Irishman, Dick Herculanum, that I'd join him for a beverage.
Pints of Bud Light for $2 is a great deal at a bar with no cover charge. What a feeling when you can lay down a $10 bill and order FIVE BEERS. More than once we took turns ordering a round for half the table, and when such generous activities only set you back a 10-spot, that's pretty dominant.
Not only were the beers $2, but they were green beers. Don't fool yourself, there's nothing fancy about a green beer -- its just food coloring additive. But its kinda cool. Of course, some people's stomachs have trouble with the dye, Gilby being one of them. He bought a round sans green dye, and Dick freaked out. It was a real Costanza Moment, as he demanded the waitress bring his green food coloring out in a shot glass. After all, he'd paid for it, so he might as well get it, right? Never mind food coloring tastes bitterly awful when you drink it straight. I know from experience.
The waitress thought he was joking, so she didn't heed the request. A few beers later, Dick figured he's been gipped out of a full pint glass of the green stuff, and asked her to bring it out to him. Luckily, she refused. We might be talking about his untimely demise today had she heeded that request.
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