  Well, I didn't go out and party like everyone else did. I went to the gym after work and got in a very good work out, not as extensive as I wanted, but it was good to be in there for an hour and a half doing cardio and weights. I did hang out with Waggs, Raul, and Lepus last night at Dark Star, sorry yall if I wasn't more fun, but it was nice to see you all and hang out for a bit. It was very good to see Lewis. I don't think I have seen him well over a year or so, but he is still Chef.
Dark Star had a great vibe to it and I would recommend it for next year. If I had drank, those $2.00 16 oz of Killians would have been a good deal. I did enjoy walking up to and from Dark Star, which is at most 3 blocks from the rents. On the way back it was a nice walk, I just thought about how Louisville really did have an Irish feel that night, weather wise.
Even though I did not go out and party, it still was a very good St. Patty's Day. Of course my train of thought was in fact broken by a train. Frankfort Avenue has never turned into Bardstown Road is because a rail line goes right down the side of it, this preventing more crap from popping up. Well, I figured if I ran the last block and a half, I could cross at the light and beat the train.
That was a mistake thinking a Rhino was faster than the train. I looked back and realized that if I didn't take the opportunity and run across the tracks, that I would be stuck for God knows how long. So with about a 30 yrd difference between me and the train I crossed in the grass and used the side street to get home. The conductor looked out his window at me when he passed, thinking that I must be crazy, drunk, Irish, or all 3 to pull that stunt. Today I go and get my headboard, for my bed and hopefully, get the finishing touches completed on my condo. How Trump Tight would that be to finally be completed with this home ownership project? 
