St. Patrick's Day 2018

The only St. Patrick's day in which we were all mostly 21. The wild night began with a hurried pregame in Garrison's room, where many drinks were quickly consumed in time for a daring sprint to catch a Tech Shuttle. After just narrowly missing its departure, a group settled on crossing the cold bridge on foot, but not before Nestor throwing up on the corner of Mass Ave and Memorial Drive. The wild night involved trips to three Irish pubs, although details on how we arrived at each are fuzzy for some reason. At The Asgard, the squad encountered a magical leprechaun that brought them more drinks. Then suddenly, saving the day, JM appeared with his Jeep to taxi like 12 of us back to Simmons.