Well, it’s that time of year again, where Savannah’s street floor with dumb, drunk people dressed in green. And tonight, I decided to tag along. Giving into the price-gouged beer and food, putting up the the drunken screams of mindless passerbys, and settling into a wonderful drunken stupor.

St. Patty’s Day in Savannah is a double edged sword, it’s hell to put up with, but if you settle in, and just go with it, you’ll be alright.

That being said, I fucking hate St. Patty’s Day.