St. Patrick's Recap

My great-grandfather on my dad's side found his way to the Upstate New York area through some connection on the orphan train as an Irish immigrant.  This was an ordinary thing of the time, I guess, to have the children line up at each stop to be chosen from by families.  Those who didn't get chosen were put back on the train until the next stop.  Though I can't imagine this was very safe, my great-grandfather was picked from the lineup and brought to work on a farm somewhere up here.  I have more details but feel like this is becoming a rather depressing start to an amazing St. Patty's Day recollection.  So anyways, I am very Irish and love that part of my heritage.  My mom made a delicious meal  of corned beef, cabbage salad, and potatoes for the occasion and even helped our local church serve a similar meal to the community.

This is one nifty graphic so I thought I'd share it here on my blog in (much belated) celebration of St. Patrick's Day.  After quickly recovering from my wisdom extraction two days prior, I was up and ready to hit the town.  For those who don't know, Syracuse has a nice Irish bar district up at Tipperary Hill where the stoplights are (supposedly) the only ones in the nation with the green light on top.  I'm sure at one point we stood on the corner and watched it.  The bars in the area were quite packed, especially the ever-classic Coleman's. 

The line was literally down the street when we first drove past so we decided to start our St. Patty's bar crawl at Nimbsy's which is a block away.  Unfortunately, Nimbsy's clientele consisted of everyone over the age of 35.  After having a shoe chucked in my direction and watching older ladies walk around in their ridiculous Irish dresses, we left there and headed up the street to Bailey's-- another Irish bar-- but along the way spotted Coleman's and decided to just go there instead.  For the holiday, Coleman's had fenced off their parking lot and had tents with trucks of food and drinks.  It was a frat-like festival!  Large trucks were parked next to the tents and had taps in their side.  They had sold out of green beer long before so my friends Annemarie, Rachel, Erin, and myself had an Irish Car Bomb instead.  This drink was amazingly delicious and I highly recommend!  Basically you drop a shot of Bailey's cream into your glass of Guinness and Jameson and drink it before the Bailey's curdles.  Tastes like a milkshake of sorts.  

From there we crossed the parking lot area covered in used plastic cups and pitchers and waited in line to go into the actual bar-- seriously, it was like a frat house lawn.  This bar was beautiful inside and we met a lot of um shall we say interesting? people.  The bar was so great we decided to stay for the next few hours before going home happy and very...Irish.

*Green Love and Drinks*

Megan

Lost Wisdom

Today it was insisted that I have my wisdom teeth removed.  As my dad said, "We want to keep you pretty".   My last spring break of college and I use it getting teeth taken out.  The experience as a whole was rather interesting and so I shall now share my adventure of Wisdom Tooth Removal.

<<Sarah and Me in our new snuggies>>

 

I arrived at Aspen Dental at approximately 11:00AM and was called to the back where the surgeon introduced himself (unfortunately I do not recall it now).  Then it was decided that they needed one more x-ray.  Off comes the laughing gas mask and in a semi-sedated state I am led to the x-ray machine where I am forgotten about.  Standing there with my chin on the thing and biting the black piece, I am slightly oblivious to the time passing.  Eventually the man sitting at the secretary's desk looks behind him and, laughing, calls the nurse over to get me.  I am led back to the room where the surgeon reintroduces himself and begins to chatter.

"I must tell you the possible side effects of the surgery.  First, when I take out the bottom teeth it make cause your lip and chin to go numb for 4-6 weeks.  It is not likely but it could happen.  Also, when I take the top teeth out it could create a hole into your sinuses but that usually heals within 2 weeks."

All I could think to respond was, "well those sound convenient"

Again, the gas mask was applied and a needle of suspicious liquid.

**This part I only know from my mom and brother. After the surgery I was woken up and placed in a wheel chair and brought out into the parking lot.  My mother yelled at the nurse because the nurse just started walking away from the chair while I was getting out.  Apparently I was very pathetic trying to stand and open the door.  Then I briefly woke up in a parking lot somewhere else and began calling Sara Burdette (friend who is currently on break in St. Louis, MO) trying to find out where I was.  I believe the gauze packed into my mouth made it a bit difficult for her to comprehend me but I eventually hung up out of frustration and called my mom, who seeing it was me, ignored my call.  I had no choice but to call Sara again.  My mom comes out of Friendly's with a chocolate fribble for me and I must have taken a bite because I woke up a few minutes later with chocolate all down my chin and some on my coat.  Que meltdown.  I really like this coat and apparently not with chocolate on it.  So much sadness.

<<Pockets!>>

I arrived home and stumbled into my room which felt like miles away.  Then I began laughing while ordering my brother to bring me peas and a winter glove.  I then woke up to find a bag of frozen peas over my eyes with the glove on top.  Poor aim at cooling my jaw.  My sister Sarah then presented me with a zebra snuggie and so everything was ok.  Now, I just feel bilious and when I stand up Sarah laughs at me for weaving.  Yay epic spring break!

*Vicoden and Applesauce*

Megan