St. Patties Garb

I don't know what St. Patties is about other than booze. Maybe Boston, corned beef, The Dropkick Murphys, fighting and daydrinking. It's one of those holidays that everyone can celebrate, channeling some bit of Irish heritage we all claim to have mixed in our blood. I've never heard a Jahovah's Witness complain about it as they do with all the other holidays. Saint Patrick's Day is best celebrated by those with severe drinking problems, the unemployed and college students. Here's a little outfit to get the rest of us through the evening.

Heels in the streets of Boston don't often sit well with the hipster scum that skulks around, show them you party with the best of them with your token beanie and RayBans. Lose both these at night to look like a respectable human being. If you are celebrating in the Bean, be ready to see a massive amount of drunk Irishmen looking to fight anyone who they spill their beer on.

Hint of Spring

While we can't quite say Spring has Sprung!, we can honor the crocuses that have poked their heads out with this lilac dress. Fun tights are a spring break from bleak winter black and this hooded military-esq jacket will keep safe from April's showers until we see May's flowers!

Thou shall know their bartender!

We all have those bars where you walk in and can pretty much determine how the rest of your night's going to go from there. Personally, a nice lounge or laid back spot with ample space to dance or sit is my golden ticket. But there are the occasions on which I much prefer a local dive. They can be identified by any of the following: juke box, pool table, darts, pin ball machines, keno, and touch screen bar games. Expect heads to turn when you walk in, scowling, wondering who you know and why you're here. If it's your dive bar you'll know at least a few people, some by sight, less by name. The bar tender knows you and if you're me, hooks you up with the strongest cheapest drinks in town. You'll probably be one of three girls, if you came with one. Everyone will seem to know each other, as even on their busiest nights, it's pretty mello. Most dive bars are pretty niche, and it's fun to play along. I once stumbled upon on old biker's bar called The Gin Mill on my way back into Amherst. The bikers and their chicks got a kick out of my friend and me, as we stuck out like Kenyans in China. We chatted up the guys who came over wondering how and why we were drinking amongst them and I befriended an older woman at the bar.  Ten dollars and four drinks later, we had a good buzz on and bid our new friends adieu.