St. Patrick's Day, 2013

Photos with random overheard conversations.

Halloween has pumpkins, St. Pats has kegs.




5pm and everything is mobbed already.




1:30am, waiting to get into Barleycorn.

"Listen, no one made out with no one." "Well, we're going a long way to prove you're not gay."




The girl in the forefront is actually calling her mother to come pick her and her sobbing friend up.

"The secret is emotional detachment, man."




Green suspenders and shouting into his phone.

"Someone stole my ID and all my money." "There's a policeman right there. Why tell me?" "You seem so nice."




Clark Street pukes.

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