Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
I have forgone celebrating today because I went a little too hard over the weekend. As I explained in my last post (here), I spend the Saturday before Saint Paddy’s Day celebrating in a parade run by family. It is by far the best day of the entire year and I spend every day after March 17th looking forward to the next parade.
I had big plans for parade day this year. I planned to get a good night’s sleep on the eve of the parade! I told myself that I would remember to eat throughout the day so I wouldn’t get overly drunk! I was going to take lots of pictures on my iPhone (I never take pictures…ever) to document the entire experience!
None of that happened.
First let me talk about my sleeping problems. I’ve been lucky enough to never have been plagued with insomnia. I am the queen of shut eye! I get my 8 hours (ok, 10..sometimes more) every night without fail. Lately, however, my sleeping schedule has been upside down and backwards. Because of a recent change in my employment status (read: unemployed) I have been staying up all night and sleeping all day. I’ve always been a night owl, but I just can’t seem to get myself back on schedule no matter how hard I try. I’ve gone to bed very late at night, woken myself up early, and still–come 3am–I find myself wide awake.
Well this bad little habit completely screwed me this weekend. I did everything I could to prevent it from happening. I woke up at a respectable hour on Friday morning. Kept myself active and busy during the day to ensure fatigue later that night. I even popped a couple Benedryl around 9pm.
I climbed into bed at 11. I tossed and turned until 1am and just chalked it up to the leprechaun fairies dancing in my head. I figured I could still get 5 hours of sleep before my alarm went off and everything would be fine.
This did not happen. Sleep never came. I laid under the covers until 5:30am when I figured I might as well just get up and start getting ready. Already I had a sarcastic “today should be fun!” attitude.
Come 7:30am Francisco and I were happily seated at the bar (yup, pregaming during the wee morning hours) alongside friends and family. I decided to be responsible (I use the term loosely) and order a breakfast sandwich with my Guinness. I declared to those around me that I would definitely eat throughout the day to stay alive on this hard-hitting day. I already had the lack of sleep against me, so I needed to be diligent in all other aspects. I felt good, though. I wasn’t the least bit tired and I was positive I would last throughout the day. It was at this time that I noticed that my iPhone was at 45% battery.
Crap. “I need you for selfies later,” I thought.
So I put my phone away in my purse to preserve battery and attended to my breakfast sandwich.
This breakfast sandwich was the thing I ate until 7pm. So much for that plan!
I will say, I stayed strong during parade day. I lasted a full 30 hours without sleep, and had I not made the mistake of sitting down on an incredibly comfortable couch while eating a hot dog (11 hours after the breakfast sandwich), I would have lasted a lot longer. Unfortunately for me, I did sit on that couch and I did put my feet up on an ottoman. I rested my head on Francisco, who was sitting next to me, and I completely passed out in the middle of house filled with 100 very loud people.
Clearly, everyone around me assumed I had passed out from drinking. No, no, party people, that was not the case. T’was the 30 hours that bested me (and ok, yeah, the beer didn’t help).
After my couch episode, I went home and slept until 11:30pm when I awoke with a massive hangover. Happy Saint Patrick’s Day to me! To top it all off, the next day I checked my phone to see if I had taken any pictures in my drunken-sleepless haze. But alas, not one picture was taken from my phone (all pictures you see here were taken by others and pulled from Facebook).
Despite the forces working against me, I had a blast on Saturday. The weather was gorgeous and the crowd turnout was insane! I spent the entirety of the Hoolie catching up with many people whom I only get to see a few times a year (and dancing…of course I was dancing). It was a beautiful day.
Visit this link to read more about the super fun and successful day!
Although I am staying far away from alcohol today, I just had to share this recipe–this ice cream is too good to keep to myself! And unlike this chocolate cake, you can really taste the Guinness in this ice cream. I’ve been eating it alongside said chocolate cake for a week now. It’s a killer combo.
1. Put the chocolate pieces in a large, heat-safe bowl.
2. Warm the milk, sugar and salt in a medium saucepan. In a separate bowl, whisk the egg yolks. Slowly pour the warm milk/sugar/salt mixture into the egg yolks (seriously, do this slowly). Whisk constantly, then scrape the mixture back into the saucepan.
3. Stir the mixture constantly over medium heat with a spatula, scraping the bottom as you stir, until the mixture thickens and coats the spatula.
4. Pour the custard over the milk chocolate. Stir until the chocolate is melted.
5. Once the mixture is smooth, whisk in the cream, then the Guinness and vanilla. Stir until cool over an ice bath.
6. Chill the mixture thoroughly in the refrigerator (at least 8 hours or overnight), then churn in your ice cream maker according to the manufacturer’s instructions.