I have a serious love hate relationship with Hoboken St. Patricks Day. It has all of the potential to be a really fun and happy day but it never seems to turn out that way. This year was no exception. The day was filled with people drinking too much, running around and cold weather.

My girlfriends (Kim, Theresa and Lindsay) and I usually start the weekend at our friend Theresa’s apartment. We typically do pizza, wine and a movie which is always great. There truly is nothing like getting together with friends and just hanging out. Saturday morning always starts out early. People tend to get in line for the bars at 8 am. That is not my scene at all. They don’t open until 11. I don’t understand why someone would want to go out there and freeze for three hours. I’ve only done it once and it’s not something that I ever really want to do again. House parties are the way to go. We did go to one bar, the Nags Head, which didn’t really have a line at all. We waited like 10 minutes for the bar to open which wasn’t bad. It was small and could only hold 60 people although I don’t think they were even letting that many in. The police department and the fire department both came in to make sure things were going well and that the bar wasn’t over capacity. That was interesting. Each year they get more and more strict. It was nice because the majority of the people in the bar were people we knew so it was almost like having a private party. I wasn’t drinking that much because I was going to Chris’s later that night (he decided, wisely, not to partake in this years festivities and to go skiing instead). It was very interesting to watch everyone throughout the day.  After the bar we went to some house parties and of course ran into a bunch of people we knew from college and had the “Hi! How are you? What are you doing now? Where are you living? It was great to see you!” conversation that I love. Then we obviously dealt with the relationship drama that always seems to come up for one of the four of us on Hoboken St. Patricks Day. It’s inevitable and happens every year. I feel like it escalated this year for some reason. Having had conversations about it yesterday with Kim and Theresa, I think that we are all beginning to put this outside pressure on ourselves because of the various things going on in our lives. One of us is newly single, another is having communication problems in her relationship and the other is working through issues with herself. Lindsay is getting married and is therefore out of the equation. To add to it all we found out that our other roomate from college, who got married last July, is 5 months pregnant. Holy Smokes…..

By the time I left Hoboken, I was exhausted and ready to see Chris and have a normal ending to my chaotic day!