I Thought I Was Supposed To Have Irish Luck?

It's Saint Patrick's Day. And my younger brothers 21st birthday.  He is in South Padre, Texas.  I can only hope that he is safe.  Although he definitely won't see this, Happy Birthday Daniel! 

Phish announced the second leg of their summer tour. Or third?  Does Hampton count as the first leg? Or would that just be a stub? At any rate, I've requested tickets for two nights at stunning Red Rocks (8/1 & 8/2) and also for the show at Toyota Park in Chicago (8/11).  Hopefully those requests will go through and I won't have to go through that terrible LiveNation madness that occurred while ordering my Mansfield & Alpine tickets. 

More realistically though, I had an interview this morning for a technical writing position at an outplacement agency.  With no thanks to my Irish ancestors, it went horrible and I am continuing my streak of unemployment and bankruptcy.  Walking to said interview also covered my feet in blisters, thanks Steve Madden.  

At least today there is green beer to cheer me up.  See you at AliveOne for $2 pints. I will be wearing flip-flops.