So I’m home after St Patrick’s day in Manhattan and I don’t remember much. Like getting back to Penn or leaving the Fat Black Pussycat. (Awesome place by the way.) I do remember how much I spent which is upsetting and other things I really wish I did forget. All and all a good drunken night for forgetting problems. Also thanks to Frito Reid Ray and Corey for joining and helping out this drunk mess I wouldn’t have gotten home without you guys.