It was just that kind of a night

Every once in a while--even when you pass the half-century mark--you gotta paint your hair green and turn into a giant, happy Leprechan.
We can only hope that those who consider themselves otherwise musically discerning were approaching the same state of consciousness as ours at eight o'clock on Friday. If not, we apologize, and promise never to do that again. 'Til next St. Pat's Day/Sterling's Birthday, of course.

We're told we've been bringing record crowds to George's happy hour.

We just want to thank you all for supporting us.

You can't have this much fun playing golf.