Holy St. Patty’s

My St. Patrick’s day was filled with work until about 5pm when I left for a BBQ and a crazy night on the town. I realized while walking through North Beach that everyone and their uncle celebrated this year’s St. Patty’s, that also happened to be on a Saturday.

The North Beach was filled with people wearing green and drinking Guinness. It was clear that most folks had a few hours on me. But who am I to give up? A few hours later I had caught up pretty well myself and had run into a bunch of really cool and fun people. Call me an old traditionalist but few things beats a great conversion over a few drinks.

I met this really cool couple that live their life to the fullest. They love their jobs, they stay away from over-consumption, they travel a lot and they feel bad cause they have money left in the end of the month. To me that is true wealth. Important to notice is that these guys were fairly regular white collar knowledge workers. And the reason they felt bad was that they felt that they should consume as a reward but didn’t want to.

Another couple had exchanged their car for a vespa to cruise around the city. Dirt cheap and very effective. They rent a car when they need to move stuff or go places. To them that was quality of life.

Man, I love that kind of attitudes: out-of-the-box thinking, breaking conventions, innovate life et cetera. It gave my energy, strength and a darn hangover.