There is something incredibly amusing about spending St. Patrick's Day at a bar, playing pool, and being surrounded by "thumb breakers" and other members of the Irish Mafia.

At one point, a pool shark named Grady leaned into me and asked, "I don't want to sound rude, but do you know what kind of bar you're in?"

I said, "Yeah."

It was a good night. Now I just have to Febreeze bomb everything I was wearing.