Beyonce Go Bragh

I'm not even close to being Irish, so technically, I'm not required to celebrate St. Patrick's Day at all. But I always do, even if it just means wearing green. This year, I actually did all my celebrating last night at my friend Beth's. Her sister Taylor was visiting and the three of us apparently decided it was a good idea to mix as many un-matching things together as possible: we drank Baby Guinness shots and white wine, ate a ton of cheese and sushi, watched 'Dream Girls' and then dressed in matching Sprocket outfits and tried to learn Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' dance.

Single Ladies Video
Believe me, it's even harder than it looks. We gave it our best shot for quite a while, and semi-nailed about one of the moves but eventually ditched the video for a good old aerobics dance party.

Today, we decided to abandon our plans to go to the parade once Taylor and I confessed we both hate parades. Instead, we ate homemade brunch, drank tea, and walked a few miles from Battery Park City to the South Street Seaport and, as three good Jersey girls, we shopped and ate in a mall food court. It was exhausting and funny, and in retrospect I couldn't be happier to not have been stumbling around midtown. I'm no Beyonce, but I'd choose a synchronized dance over being hit on by a bunch of drunk Irish dudes any day.