This town is nuts the Saturday of/before St. Patty's. So, this year, instead of tripping over drunk 21 year olds on the sidewalk, my girlfriends and I decided to hang out at a tiny little bar hidden in the West Loop. With the most AMAZING fried macaroni and cheese bites. Things still got wild and crazy and now I have a head cold. Yay being 30! Pictures full o' green:
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