st patty's day

you know, it's just not *celebrating* st patty's day if you don't play pool against a random dude with a mohawk. his name was eric. a friend-of-a-friend-of-otto's/mine was my teammate--craig. it was quite fun. I made mohawk-guy and his girlfriend amanda move like seventeen times while I was playing against craig and his wife (and my teammate, brian was suuuper drunk and kept grabbing my ass, which is still bruised by the way). So, one of the time I made them move I asked if they wanted to play the next game. PS, this is post-shot when I was watching it go in! :)

we had oodles of fun. craig and I won two of the three games, and lost one of them because he put in the eight ball by mistake. i've found i'm either very confident or very hesitant on shots. but it was fun to tell people that i'd been playing pool on and off since i was eight. yay for my granddad!

we also ordered mini-cheeseburgers around 1am.

and then dan, johnny, otto and i went to penny lane. cute hat, huh? yeah, otto found htat on the bar or got it from the bartender or something.

we came home and otto and dan passed out on the couch. cory and i were pretty much sober, but those two were out like a light.

and these are some pretty pics i took in dan and cory's front yard. it's their daffodils and bradford pears. soooo pretty!

ooh, and I met the most hardcore infant ever. her name was maggie, and her mom took her out to the street fair in downtown richmond on saturday. maggie is just barely a month old, but she was having a great time napping with the background noise of half-drunk people, a band 500 ft away and lots of talking. her stroller closed over her, but when we'd peek in she looked like she was blissfully sleeping. and sooooo cute and tiny.

there was one bummer though. no green beer. an. knee. where. we were sad.