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This weekend I helped paint Michelle’s room. It’s a great workout, but it’s quite a strain on the neck to pain the ceiling. It’s a good thing the carpet is going to be replaced as well, because painting a ceiling is damn near impossible without dropping paint onto the floor.

Here is Michelle, starting on the ceiling while I supervise.

The room is very purple, as is Michelle.

For St. Patrick’s Day I wanted to go to a pub and drink beer, but no one else seemed to be into that idea. Vicky invited us out to a party at one of her friends’ loft in downtown. I was expecting some little gathering, but it turned out to be a pretty big party with a DJ and all. It was a good way to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with lots of beer, Irish Car Bombs, and rooftop views.

Here we are about to get into the confusing freight elevator.

This was painted on the inside of the door.

Here is the foggy view of downtown from the roof.

Worst tasting Irish Car Bombs ever. Didn’t use enough Guinness.

Fred made us relive his college days with shots of Crown. The stuff is disgusting.