Happy St. Cabbage Farts Day

St. Patricks Day in the historic city of St. Augustine. The first European settlement in the now-United States. (Note I specifically did not say North America, so all you Vikings and Newfies please step down). Did the obligatory visit to the fort and the Fountain of Youth (more on that later). And then on to the more important activities of the day.

At no point were we able to find any decent food. Corned Beef and Cabbage. Corned Beef and Cabbage Dinner. Corned Beef and Cabbage on a Bun. "No, no we don't do any Irish Stew..." Nope, nada de fish and chips...Not even a little scrap of soda bread. I mean, Sheena lurves her some Corned Beef Hash but come on with the goddamn boiled cabbage already. Sheena here and now officially denounces her half-Ukrainian heritage and heretofore does vow never to allow any kapusta dish now and forever more to pass through her lips. From either direction.

It was a long day. Highlight was just one drunk ass (not Sheena, btw) dred-locked blonde tart on high heeled boots taking a header into the parking lot around 7pm. Actually no.. the REAL highlight was the wannabe 13 year old sk8trboi who shit his falling down around the knee pants when a half-breed pitbull from the tat shop across from Jack's on A1A (more on that later) accidentally got loose.

Hey Erin, I dares you to Go Braughless.