Fuck Yeah

St. Patrick’s Day. Yeah. Apparently, this is a holiday the kids go ape-shit over. Saturday was a nice day to be hanging out and enjoying downtown until about 4:30. I was kind of shocked at just how early people start the party. I was also kind-of annoyed and worried when Pancho noticed a few kids wheeling a keg into the building. You just dont have a keg party in an apartment. Especially a tiny downtown apartment.
Pancho and I (being the geniuses that we are) decided to pick up hamburger fixins and beer at Safeway, and by the time we got home we were definitely glad to be there.
We threw some burgers on the grill, enjoyed a few MacTarnahan’s and all was well. Until the "WOOOOOOOO!"ing kicked in. I dont know what it is about our particular surroundings (Condos and apartment buildings) that gets people all fired up, but the "WOOOOOOOOOO!"ing has got to stop. We get at least two or three good and loud ones a week. And this is on a normal week. St. Patrick’s Day, of course, ups the ante and the "WOOOOOOOOO!"s were countless. Pancho and I decided that the only fair thing to do would be to wake up extra early and go outside and start "WOOOOOOOO!"ing as loud and as long as we could. Pancho, of course, was up for this and gave the neighborhood his best "WOOOOOOOOOO!" at 9am. Next year I think I will join him, only, we'll start at 7:30 and add in the obligatory "FUCK YEAH!"