TGIF & Happy St. P

The first time I ever ate at TGIF was at time's square on Manhattan. It was busy and over prized and the waiter was a bitch.
But my love for Caesar salads was born. 
The first time I ever visited an American mall, it was the Mall of America. Needless to say, every mall since has seemed kind of smallish.
The first time I ever worked at a place with a clock in and out system, my hate for the clock in and out system was born.
The first St. Patrick's Day me and D ever spent together was in his WV bus, somewhere in Oregon and it was cold and rainy and we played cards in the camper van and drank hot chocolate and peppermint schnaps to stay warm. And I thought he was full of shit when he told me we were actually celebrating a holiday that was Irish and involved a bunch of green stuff.... yeah right, good one.
But I later learned he was right. On that one.