As many of you may know, I worked at the campus dining hall in college as a Kimball Captain. You may also know that I attended Holy Cross, and that St. Patrick’s day is one of the most holy traditions to the HC student body.
As a result of my Kimballholism (read: constant state of poverty during college), I ended up working on St. Patrick’s day dinner for three years in a row. St. Patrick’s day dinner is one of the worst shifts to work at Kimball (aside from Spring Weekend). The best way to describe that shift is “shit show.” One year I actually ended up cleaning vomit off a table (I thought it was tomato sauce). Okay, the first two years I worked St. Patty’s dinner totally by choice. Sophomore year I was desperate for cash to finance my study abroad trip to Luxembourg and junior year I got guilted into working by my boss. I ended up working that shift on senior year because my friend Patricia and I accidently signed up for the Thursday dinner shift. St. Patrick’s day fell on a Thursday that year. Do the math.
Anyway, I enjoyed spending St Patrick’s day away from the drunken masses. I baked some Guinness and Bailey’s cupcakes (pictured above) and spent some time with some good friends.
Still, I found myself yearning for the rush of St. Patrick’s day at Holy Cross and Kimball…
unrelated: Mad props to Lehigh for beating Duke in the NCAA tournament and doing the Patriot League proud even I though wish it was Holy Cross instead
carb overload 