Oh my gosh, guys, St. Patrick’s Day, Boston-style is quite an experience. I’m sure I’ve seen that many people in one spot before–downtown Tokyo is like, really really crowded!–but never that many people all wearing green.
And never that many people so very drunk, either.
Let me just preface it by saying that spring has not sprung. Not in the northeast. Spring is, at best, a memory and at worst, a mockery. Cause today was freezing. I mean, two-hats cold. Okay, so I wore a hat and a faux-furry hood–and it wasn’t overkill. When the wind was blowing, it must have been just a handful of degrees. And each one of the degrees was mad to be out on a frigid day like this, too, I bet.
Which left me wondering how in the world these girls could traipse around in short shorts and tees, with their arms and legs exposed to the elements. The wintery elements. I mean, can you be that drunk? Does it really make you that warm?
The best costume I saw was a golden retriever wearing a sparkly green bow tie. I know, I know, extra points if he’d been an Irish Setter, but hey, I’m not Irish, either, so I don’t judge.
The worst moment was when I saw two groups of kids–young, like eighteen or so–drunkenly picking a fight with each other. Finally, one guy punched another hard. So hard, that he fell straight back and hit his head on the cement, knocking him out cold. You’d think that’d be the end of it, but another guy just punched the unconscious guy in the face. Punched him while he was
laying prostrate on the cold ground with no fight left in him.
It was awful. It was like watching animals. I don’t understand how humans can have mothers who rocked us to sleep as babies, who dreamt sweet, kind, reaching dreams for us, and then we grow up and break their hearts, not to mention each others’ bodies.
Yes, I realize we don’t all have mothers like that–and maybe that’s the problem, definitely part of it–but the fight was very disturbing and downright evil.
My boyfriend interviewed a lot of people for his show. It’s amazing how many people want to talk to you when there are two things in play: One, alcohol, and two, microphones.
Most people were very nice. Some were a little loony tunes. And all of them were looking festive.
Southie knows how to go hard on St. Patrick’s Day, that’s for sure.
“Are you okay, Jess?” my boyfriend asked me, “I know this isn’t exactly the world you’re used to.”
Looking around at the sea of green-clad, laughing, dazed, cheering, somewhat unruly, and seemingly unfazed-by-the-weather people, I decided I was fine. And interested in all the behavior exhibited around me. And
wishing my green jeans hadn’t broken.
And very, very cold.
What a day!