Oh, I do drink and my husband and I actually did go down to the local Moose Lodge Saturday afternoon and have a couple of beers.......I spent more time helping out in the kitchen than I did drinking...........but the key is responsibility, we went out about 4 and were home before 6:30. No way would I have wanted to be on the road at 10 or 11 that night though. Just like New Year's Eve and Superbowl Sunday, St. Pat's day is amateur day.
Amateur Night
The streets were quiet this day
As along to work I made my way
The revelers were all sleeping, getting their rest
For tonight they would party… party their best
The party would start early and go until late
Tomorrow would be different, it had to be fate
The children would all get a sip of the wine
The drinks would flow and BOY they’d taste fine
The streets were quiet this morn as I went
It seemed like a boiler whose steam wouldn’t vent
If anyone thinks that by now they’d awaken
The thing to do that is the smell of bacon
But their wives were all snuggled beside them in bed
While visions of the party danced round in their head
“No bacon for you” their wifeys would say
“We have to sleep hard for most of the day”
The streets were all quiet as I made my way
I remembered the times I had in my day
We’re no longer young, we have to rest up
Tonight there’ll be no alcohol left in our cup
Our brains will be tiddly, we’ll feel so good
No hangovers tomorrow, knock on wood
I cannot see what is good anymore
About winding up drunk on the floor
The streets were so quiet, I played a song
Loud on my stereo as I went along
If I wake those revelers, (Oh Dear, Oh Dear)
I will not back down, I will not show fear
If they were good employees, like me
It’s already at work they would be
Normal people, tonight, don’t go out for fright
For tonight, you see, is AMATUER NIGHT!