St. Patrick’s Day is my friend Jill’s favorite day of the year. She loves it so much she’d take that day off of work – if she had a job. Luckily, her parents pay for her tuition and send her money so she can eat (occasionally), drink (regularly) and hook up (daily). Here is her St. Patrick’s Day 2010 story.
The world is a comedic playground when Jill is drinking.
Jill was awoken at 6:30 am on March 17, 2010 to the sound of her friend Cammy banging on her bedroom door. “Get up bitch. It’s time to get f*cked up,” Cammy screamed. Jill wiped the 4-day-old mascara from her eyes and welcomed her favorite day of the year, St. Patrick’s Day. I’ll shower tomorrow Jill thought to herself as she got out of bed and headed to the kitchen for a cranberry juice and vodka breakfast.
”We got like 9 dudes meeting us at the bar in 20 minutes so hurry up,” Cammy told Jill while applying her 9th coat of eyeliner. Jill rolled her eyes and took a long pull from a plastic bottle of Karkov vodka. “Hold up. I want to finish this bottle and smoke a cig before we go.” Cammy ignored Jill and adjusted her white ultra low-rise mini, mini skirt in the mirror.
”Is that my skirt?” Jill asked. “No, it’s a strapless bra I turned into a skirt. Are you jealous,” Cammy smiled. “Yes! OMG! I can’t see shit anymore since I swallowed my contacts the other night. It totally looks like my skirt.” Jill slammed the last of her vodka and headed off to get ready for the day.
The bar was a sea of green and drunk. Random squeals, screams and chants could be heard throughout the day. Instead of wearing a bra and a shirt like most women do when in public, Jill painted what looked to be a belly shirt on her chest that read: Feck Me.
”Clothes make me sweat,” she told the random girls in the bar who walked past her calling her names like skeezer, skank and hoeface.
Jill’s 2010 St. Patrick’s Day was unlike any she’s had before. Jill drank Irish car bombs, green beer and shots of tequila throughout the afternoon and into the evening. It was a day of self-reflection and self-discovery.
“I can totally fit my whole ass in the urinal,” she bragged to a group of roofie enthusiasts in white baseball caps who promised her two strands of green beads for every time she lifted up her skirt.
“How come every guy I go home with never calls me the next day? It’s not like I’m ugly or old,” Jill confided in Cammy around 4 pm.
“I’ve realized that my hair looks better if I only wash it once a week,” Jill shared with Cammy at 6 pm.
“I believe that there are bars in heaven where you can play beer pong and do bodyshots off your best friends,” Jill told the restroom attendant while she cleaned up Jill’s vomit at 8 pm.
And during the brief periods that Jill could stand that day, she spent them dancing and requesting that the DJ play Ke$sha’s “Tik Tok” song.
“Play I brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack NOW,” she screamed into the 20-year-old part-time DJ/aspiring rapper/ full-time dishwasher’s gauged ears. “We just did five minutes ago, you idiot,” the DJ pointed out.
Nothing seemed to faze Jill this day. That is until she locked eyes with her arch-nemesis, Morgan..with a K.
“What’s that fat bitch doing here,” she whispered to Cammy in what most sober people would define as shouting.
Korgan (pronounced Morgan) and Jill were not only once friends, but roommates. Unfortunately, they had a falling out freshman year when Jill accused Korgan of stealing her favorite Victoria’s Secret Pink brand sweat pants.
“Give me my Pink sweatpants back, Korgan! You know they’re too small for you!” Jill wrote on the dry-erase board outside of their shared dorm room.
Korgan vehemently denied any pants stealing and replaced Jill’s dry-erase message with her own: “Jill cuts the tags out of her pants, but we all know she’s really a size 6 – fatty!”
Until St. Patrick’s Day 2010, the two girls had not spoken face-to-face since before those hateful dry-erase messages were exchanged.
Korgan gave Jill the death stare as she walked up to her on the dance floor. “I smell something extra skanky,” Korgan pointed out to a friend as she passed by Jill.
“Keep walking hoebag. We need your ass to leave so we can free up some space on the dance floor,” Jill shouted as Korgan continued walking.
Luckily, that was the ladies only encounter. Both felt St. Patrick’s Day to be too sacred a day to waste it on fighting. “I refuse to let that sweatpant-stealing hoochie ruin my holiday,” Jill told the restroom attendant as she cleaned up Jill’s vomit around 9 pm.
By 10 pm Jill was lying across two bar stools with her head in a random guy’s lap. She would rise every ten minutes to yell in Cammy’s direction, “Cammy! I wanna go home!”
Cammy ignored Jill and continued to dance with her friend’s boyfriends. Luckily for Cammy, these guys freed up once her too intoxicated friends were forced to call it an early night. Cammy prided herself in the ability to drink her girlfriends under the table. However, once Cammy got so drunk that she fell onto a table and Jill was discovered sleeping by a bouncer, they were both asked to leave. On the way out the girl’s grabbed parting gifts in the form of two random guys strategically standing by the exit. Jill and Cammy each grabbed one by the hand without looking at their faces and out the door they went.
The foursome set their sights on Taco Bell, which pleased Jill who was repeatedly shouting in the cab, “I love sour cream!”
After Taco Bell, Jill insisted the cab driver find a place for her to get waxed.
“I need a Brazilian. Find me a Brazilian lady with hot wax!”
The cab driver assured Jill that every beauty salon/spa would be closed at Midnight. After crying for a brief period over her stubbled lady parts, she conceded.
“How bout tanning? Can you take me tanning?” Jill asked the cab driver.
“Dude, tanning isn’t going to be open. Just go twice tomorrow,” Cammy pointed out.
Soon the foursome retired to Jill’s apartment where the girls paired off into separate rooms with their new Romeos to pass out. In the morning they were awoken to find their “hotties” consisted of one 40-year-old married dude and a guy with no teeth. Apparently meth wreaks havoc in your mouth and dentures are expensive.
Regardless of their bad judgement, the girls said goodbye to their new friends and agreed that what they could remember of St. Patrick’s Day 2010 would live on in their hearts and livers forever.
St. Patrick’s Day 2010 you say?
No, this is just Jill on a normal Tuesday. Long Islands and Taco Bell make her sleepy.
She’s so pretty!