Thursday through Sunday, I happened to be in Chicago for the Society of Surgical Oncology annual meeting. Leave it to surgeons to schedule a meeting the weekend before St. Patrick’s Day in Chicago.
That means the drinking in the city started Friday after business hours and continued all the way through Sunday–and that was just the natives. Everywhere I went on Friday and Saturday night, there were staggering people dressed in green hanging on to each other. Another lovely thing was that the meeting was at the Sheraton (one of my favorite hotels in Chicago, it’s crappy, slow, and expensive wifi service notwithstanding), which is right next to the hallowed place where a yearly St. Patrick’s Day tradition occurs every year on the Chicago River between the N. Michigan Ave. and N. Columbus Drive bridges: the dying green of the Chicago River. Naturally, I bugged out of the meeting. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera with me; fortunately I had my camera phone. Some will ask: How can you tell the difference after they dye the river? The answer: Even the Chicago River isn’t fluorescent green normally. Usually, it’s a rather dull, pukey color green. Here’s what it looked like:
Come to think of it, it’s not all that different from the usual shade of green of the Chicago River.
Sadly, I was too dedicated to blow off the afternoon and go to the St. Patrick’s Day parade that started at noon.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, all!