Well, I don't think even 1% of the Americans know why they're celebrating St.Patricks Day. It's just an excuse to get drunk (which indeed is very Irish). On my search for the actual reason I scrolled through the St.Patricks Day Wikipedia page just to get some more meat on my legs (swedish expression). I learned that the original celebration colour was blue (which helped me out later that night when people were asking why I wore a blue epic false beard) but that the shamrock became such a strong symbol that the green colour became number one. Good for me. I like green more. Green matches my hair. And my hair makes me look Irish.



I didn't try to be Irish last night though. But that's what some girls thought after talking to them for a while. I was rejected, accused for having an fake Irish accent, without even trying (even if it may've sounded like that when I mumbled through my beard). When I said I was from Sweden they just said: "Haha, you're such a looser, trying to hit on us with you're fake accents. We've lived here for 6 years and we're so fucking tired of guys like you". I said: "You know what, fuck off!", showed the rude girls the finger and went for the big outdoor dance alley where I later was lifted up into my first crowd surf ever. 

Overall it was an epic night. Started with some awesome Italian food and ended with some car park roof exploration.