Tales of St. Patrick's Day

Last night Meesh, Sierra and I went to Chico to watch drunk people make fools of themselves and to have a good time. We were downtown by the fountain thingy and this guy walks up to us. He's like totally wasted, but really nice and he asked us if he could sit and talk to us to sober up before he had to walk home. He didn't want the bicycle po-po to throw him in jail for not being sober. Although its St. Patrick's day, how realistic are the po-po being by expecting the populous to be sober whilst walking home after a night of drinking? His name was Gilbert. Very nice, very cute...he kept trying to be shirtless and then we'd tell him to put his shirt back on and he'd say how we were such ladies and he'd put it back on just for us to protect our honor or something like that.

I'm not done. I'm just tired.