Let me start by just admitting that I am now a wussy when it comes to day-drinking. Or any long-term drinking. I just don't drink like I used to and really need to build that tolerance back up. St Patrick's Day in Dallas, TX is sort of like gay pride, but for straight people. Well, all people because we always have a group of gay guys out there. And, remembering John's seemingly incessant obsession with waving to a guy (that he may or may not know) across the street, we discovered that there were definitely other groups of guys who happened to be gay. We also discovered that we could high-five well over 450 people in a very short amount of time (more on that later).