st patrick's day massacre

i left the office a quarter to six tonight. on my usual route i noticed that the streets were thick with crowds. normally mid-week in mid-town is pretty quiet. not tonight. throngs. gangs. hordes of people, all in various shades of green. shuffling and moaning from one club to another. it was surreal. like a movie. they were everywhere. shuffling. moaning. some even throwing up what looked like their own lungs. they were holding some things in their hands. in my panic i couldn't make them out. beer bottles? cigarettes? shillelagh? some one said, kiss me i'm. . .i couldn't make out the rest. i felt like a refugee among the faceless, green throngs. i zigged and i zagged thru the streets but i couldn't avoid these people, green, shuffling, shuffling, some let out whoops. others yelled out something like, yeah! it was better once past the clubs but even in my neighborhood i saw green. everywhere. i barely made it home alive!