My junior year of college in Minneapolis Spring Break and St Patrick’s Day collided with a weekend. I went to a bar with a girl I was only kind-of friends with and we proceeded to drink many shots and many vodka tonics. Then my memory cuts out, and when it fades back in we were on a Greyhound bus to Chicago. We decided to roll with it and spent the weekend doing touristy things and staying in a hostel. We were much better friends after that.