I feel like Charlie Brown...

Last night, I was celebrating St Patty's Day, like many people, at a bar. I went with a couple of friends, and we had a great time.

Every now and then, the waitress would come by. This waitress couldn't be any more Irish -- pale skin, fire red hair and light blue eyes. She was wearing a backless green outfit for the holiday, which I had absolutely no problem with.

Not surprisingly, I couldn't look at her directly, given my extreme shyness. She was unbelievably beautiful, but I have a feeling even she didn't know it.

My friends and I left after awhile as I tried to find the waitress in the crowd again -- no such luck.

Of course, given my propensity to drink, I'll be sure to frequent that bar more often. I'll find that red-headed girl again. :)



P.S. And, yes, I am drunk now as well. Bacardi 151 is the nectar of the gods. :D