My Drunken Irish Family
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
My Drunken Irish Thanksgiving in Vegas
After spending Thanksgiving in Las Vegas without my drunken Irish family, I realized that the two are surprisingly similar. They are both loud, brash, and perpetually lit up. One is also forced to wonder: Why in the fuck are there children allowed with either?
But, for the same reasons that people clamor to go to Vegas, so too do they clamor to hang with my drunken Irish family. Both are fun, exciting, friendly, willing to look the other way when you behave badly, and let you smoke inside. There is an underlying charm and sincerity that is utterly unexpected until you settle in and enjoy the ride.
But, for the same reasons that people clamor to go to Vegas, so too do they clamor to hang with my drunken Irish family. Both are fun, exciting, friendly, willing to look the other way when you behave badly, and let you smoke inside. There is an underlying charm and sincerity that is utterly unexpected until you settle in and enjoy the ride.
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