STREETS OF LONDON, PT. 5

03/17/07

It was nearing St. Patrick's Day in 2007 when a couple of people I work with decided it might be a good time to spend the holiday at Streets of London in downtown Sac. Seeing as how that was my regular joint, I was all for the idea. So we spread the word around the office, and a gathering of wacky insurance claims types headed downtown for an afternoon of partying down Irish-style. You can't tell what holiday it was by the sheer amount of green in these photos or anything...

	The early birds show up and grab a table in the soon-to-be VERY crowded Streets of London. Here's Victoria, Caramanza, Jesse and Amy gettin' their Celtic buzz started early!
	Jesse looks on while Amy makes prank calls in an Irish accent. Something about Prince Albert, I'm not sure...
	The instigators of the event, roommies Victoria and Caramanza, having some tasty beverages.
	A slightly blurry Caramanza and Amy. Appropriate, because they were both starting to get slightly blurry about that time.
	Me and Tim, dedicated insurance whores, knocking back a couple, just happy not to be at work on a Saturday (for once).
	That's Amy pointing to tell me to not take the picture that I ALMOST got. Don't ask, I'm not talking.
	In an old Irish tradition, Amy rubs Caramanza's watch for good luck. Or maybe that's a new Irish tradition. I don't know.
	Amy has this neurological condition where specific environmental factors will trigger her to start doing the Macarena. Please, help us continue the search for a cure. Give what you can.
	And Jackie showed up to join the gang as well! Trying to figure out from her expression if she and Victoria are checking out a cute guy or watching someone vomit...
	And suddenly, a random group of bagpipe players marched into the pub, playing loudly, to the delight of all. Which got them lots of free drinks. Man, *I* need to learn how to play the bagpipes. Sweet scam.
	And the bagpipe guys blow. Film at eleven.
	Jesse shows us HIS favorite kind of St. Paddy's Day green. AMERICAN green, baby.
	Jesse P., featured on the next installment of HBO's "Pimps Up, Ho's Down". Roll on, playa.
	More work people show! LeeAnn and Rashelle join in the green scene
	Caramanza, Amy and Jesse having a "foin toim" (trying me Irish accent there. Doesn't work as well in print, does it?).
	Victoria and Caramanza, gossiping about patrons in the pub.
	There's the whole "Z" gang. Wow, this lineup makes it hard to name them in order. Let's go with BACK ROW: Angel, LeeAnn, Rashelle, Jackie, Victoria, Caramanza. FRONT ROW: Me, Tim, Jesse and Amy. You figure it out.
	Jesse talks to the ladies, but they may already be too far gone to understand a damn word he's saying...
	It's Amy, me...and some guy's ass.
	The southern "Z" table, with Angel, LeeAnn, Rashelle and Jackie enjoying the day.
	Mmm. Corned beef and potatoes. And some cabbage. Does anyone actually know how one "corns" beef? It doesn't sound very pleasant for the cow.
	I note that when Jesse eats a sandwich, it makes it look like instead of a goatee, he has a cheesy mustache, giving him the look of either a cop, a 70s porn star, or a Sunday school teacher...
	More corned beef? Why, yes, please!
	The southern table begins to rack up the empties as time goes on.
	Whatever it was, Caramanza seemed to find it quite funny. Amy? Not so much.
	How to realize when you've had too much, LeeAnn. When you don't notice that you're actually drinking from the ketchup bottle...
	Oh, no. Caramanza did NOT just load up on a bunch of Jell-O shots for the ladies. That never ends well. Everything goes bad with Jell-O! Haven't you learned that? Just say no, Victoria!
	And the Jell-O starts goin' DOWN. Caramanza es El Diablo. Si.
	All right, this is just going to get ugly, I can tell. I'm just going to stop taking pictures now before things get out of control. Ladies, you'll all thank me later. Probably from JAIL. Happy St. Paddy's, everyone!

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