Unlike the crowd on board for the Giants parade last month, we didn’t see too many green-clad St. Paddy’s revelers on the 8:43 this morning. A pair of Westchester mooks in matched green t-shirts adorned with the word ‘Irish’ and a giant clover (please pardon the double-redundancy), in matching sideways baseball hats, stepped onto the GCT platform, one saying “Geez, it’s good to finally stand up.” (Uh, where were they coming from, Montreal? And were they squeezed into doggie transport cages?)
A couple of about 45 also walked along the platform, both in matching green fleeces, she in a green newsboy cap with a shamrock on the brim.
There was also either a firefighter or cop in his proper-dress attire, down to the white cap. Along with a six-pack of girls of about 20 in the GCT concourse, easily noticeable with their green feather boas and plastic derby hats, that was about it. (For the record, I don’t have a good feeling about what the day holds for those six young ladies. Jail might be a best-case scenario.)
I wonder how many shades of green–green shirts, green faces, green puke composed of green beer–we’ll see on the ride home, or if the revelers will still be packed in McSorley’s, Annie Moore’s, the Thirsty Scholar and Ryan’s Irish by the time the 5:46 rolls out tonight.
There will be much green as there was a large amount of public imbibing going on. Much more than I have ever seen. There did not appear to be much policing of alchohol this year. Ugh