Irish

It's interesting how everyone is Irish on March 17th. Little leprechaun hats, light-up shamrocks and green beads are everywhere. I just wanted a beer with my best friend. 

The train is somewhat empty at this time of night. I am guessing the butter-zone between people getting off work and going home semi-puking like morons.

Thankfully this gets me my own seat and a quiet ride all the way home. (That is if people turned down their ring tones.)