now it can be told

This is a story that couldn’t be told until now. It’s a story about why Kitty O’Shea’s is such a great bar and a story of why I’m such a horrible friend.

Saturday night, I had a little birthday party at Kitty O’ Shea’s. A couple of friend brought me gifts. My friend Sara brought me a couple of CD’s. One was a Bright Eyes cd and one was a mixtape. It meant a lot to me because I know music is really important to Sara. My friend Kup gave me Dave Eggers new book. Kup reads a lot. He’s my friend I talk to about books. We had recently talked about Dave Eggers, so it was a nice gift because it meant he remembered our conversation.

Anyway, the evening progressed and the party died down and I headed home. Later that night, in bed, I suddenly realized I’d walked out without my presents. It wasn’t because I didn’t like them. On the contrary, like I mentioned above, I loved them. But I’d had a couple of drinks and there was a lot going on, so it just kinda happened.

I’ve been trying all week to get ahold of somebody at Kitty’s to see if the presents were still there. Nobody who answered the phone was ever sure and the manager was never in. So, last night I went to Kitty’s to see if I could find my stuff. This time the manager was in. As soon as she saw me she said (in her Irish accent), “Hey Patrick, I’ve got your stuff you left here on Saturday night.” Whew! I was really happy about that. Now I can finally rest easy. Now I can finally enjoy my cd’s and my book. Thanks Sara and kup (if you ever read this). And sorry I’m such a dipshit.