"I ain't from Dallas but I can D-town boogie"

Yes world, this weekend I did something completely unlike myself. No, I didn't go skydiving, I did something much more frightful. I went to Dallas. I decided to experience my first Dallas St. Patricks Day parade and block party on Greenville Avenue. I fought the masses of 100,000 crazy DFW party-goers and experienced the plethora of green Dallas drunkards.

I must say, I usually don't give Dallas any credit whatsoever, but I will give them a blue ribbon for their St. Patricks Day. It was easy to survive the day too... 2 5 hour energies and a roll of Tums. The green beer was flowing and overall everyone down there was just looking for a good time. The good news was that more cars were towed than the number of people arrested.

The day consisted of fighting traffic due to blocked off roads and the 5K race that took place through the city. From our parking location, we walked to Greenville where we lined up along the block to watch the parade. After, we visited tailgate spots that people had set up and camped out from the night before, went to house parties along Greenville and of course visited a number of bars and pubs.

The best was seeing the boys (somewhat not in their normal state of mind cough cough) having a dance battle in the middle of the pub. Never will they make it as professional dancers, but we won't tell them. St. Patricks day on Greenville was an event that lasted for us from 8 in the morning until 1 am Sunday morning. Needless to say, it was only me and my friend George who can honestly say we made it the whole day with out a legitimate nap (on a couch), and never fell asleep at a bar.

The weather was perfect, but I will recommend face sunblock. I now have a lovely sunglass tan on my face.

This will probably the only time I talk up Dallas, therefore I shall see you in 364 more days.