I hate the nightlife....

Even though I know the Haints are playing a St. Patrick's day show tonight (at that Citrus Heights, non-pillow fighting club I mentioned), I somehow didn't put two and two together and realize that it was, oh, St. Patrick's Day.

Thus, I went out into the world today, naive and clad entirely in black and gray, and felt more than a little shocked and overwhelmed by the sheer greenness of everything. The guy at the Post Office with his green buttons, the checker at Target - green flair pinned to the requisite red shirt - the kids walking past my house to school. Even my crazy neighbor lady (the one who is, dead on, the Chinese version of my grandmother) was sporting a giant green sweatshirt that almost reached her knees.

Not that I would've worn green today, but at least I would have been prepared for the hue overload.

Oh well, now I know for sure - 100 percent sure - that I will not leave the house again today and I will not, for the love of all that is holy, enter a bar or nightclub. Because, almost as much as I hate the nightlife on New Year's Eve and Halloween, I hate, hate, HATE the amateur crowds that crowd my favorite places on St. Patty's Day. Keep your green beer-drinking fool selves outta my way....