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BARS: St. Patrick's Day comes early
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Hanging out in Hoboken on the weekend has long been an exercise in frat or flight. You either celebrate Milwaukee’s Best and meat on the bone with as much pride (and after 13 pints vitriol) as humanly possible, usually while packed in the back of farty bar surrounded by blasting plasma screens. Or you catch wind of the scene sometime around 1st Street/Washington Ave. and get the hell back to Manhattan. And then there’s ‘Boken St. Patrick’s Day, an annual tradition on the first Saturday in March where bars open at 9 a.m. and house parties spill out into muddy backyards. Aerosmith is usually played in a loop.
Such was the setup for Saturday (a longtime friend was throwing his first party and had procured 6-feet of hoagie and a keg of, what else, the Beast). For most of the afternoon the streets were tame. I didn’t see fighting (the last Hoboken trip provided a pleasant show of fisticuffs, including a head stomping) and generally was not afraid (the Jersey cops, presumably called in from around the county, packed 3 foot billy clubs that looked more like Kendo sticks). The party was fun, if not tiring (drinking beer at 2 p.m. is strictly a summertime activity). The parade? I guess there was one, but nobody seemed to care. What, with Guitar Hero to play inside. –Matt Rodbard
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