Kiss the Blarney (Pizza) Stone

Single Irish birthday gal + St.Pat's Day = PARTY TIME! 3 wild and crazy gals took our birthday girl out for shots of Baileys Irish Creme, Guiness rounds and some harmless flower power this weekend. Yes, another festive year with my 'homegirls' in a city that accumulated 3 feet of snow the night before. The unexpected snow storm canceled the St. Patty's Day parade but that gave me time to cook up something special and talk trash about the opposite sex with my friends. My Betty Crocker pizza stone usually beats the pepperoni out of Dominoes but only unless I remember to set the timer. With all the free-flowing wine and conversation the pizza was forgotten; albeit it's not Irish fare but I try. The crust was harder than the stone it sat on to bake and after a night of bar hopping and mojo, it was time to eat again. A thin slice of greasy cheese pizza at the corner deli never tasted so good and before we knew it the effects of turning another year wiser was creeping up on us. We hailed a taxi home right as college fights and frostbite started to set in. Back before midnight made for about 9 hours of consumption. Not too bad leaving today to nurse an ever-so small hangover with a steeping pot of Irish coffee, minus the whiskey.