Today was Rochester’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade which I look forward to every year.  Only this year was a bust.  Actually to be fair, every year is a bust because I get completely wasted and the night ends horribly somehow.  But this year was a bust because I didn’t get wasted at all, not even a little.  I didn’t even step foot in a bar.  I spent about five hours waiting to go to the bar and then got totally depressed and stayed in instead.  Brandon and I have this horrible tradition on Parade Day where we get in a huge drunken fight and basically brake up by the end of the night.  As bad as it sounds I would have traded one of those parade days for this one in a second if it meant we could have spent the day together.  These little holidays throughout the year just aren’t going to be the same without him.  I found myself staring at the ceiling trying to hold back the tears as I thought about how much I miss him, and its only day 5.

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