Happy St. Patrick’s Day! To all of you who will be out celebrating and drinking green beer tonight… bite me.
I’m sorry if I sound a bit harsh, but saying no to beer is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do since being pregnant. As much as I miss martinis and wine, it’s the mere mention of beer that makes me salivate.
So tonight, a night when it’s expected that you’ll partake in a few frothy beverages, is especially hard for me. Sure, I could go out and take in the atmosphere while sipping on my gingerale, but let’s be honest… that’s a crappy night.
I hate to break it to you, but drunk people are only fun when you’re one of them. And trust me, you don’t want sober, bitter, angry-its-not-me-chugging-the-brewsky Amy out with you for the night. It’s not the best Amy you’ll ever meet (Mark will attest to this).
So, to those of you who are currently not sustaining life in your uterus, go out tonight! Drink green beer! Celebrate the Patron Saint of Ireland! Just don’t call me from the bar.
And yes, I will laugh loudly and point at you tomorrow morning when you’re nursing your hangover. (What can I say? Bitter Amy can be nasty.)
