Saint Patricks Day

San FranPatricks day has not been on a Friday in 7 years. On the holiday when it was on a weekday it became a sordid lunchbreak that turned into a raucous suits and suds melee. Or something like that. But tonight is a friday. And its not raining and an 8k pharmicist convention is coming into town. First fare is lady hanging out another cab in opposite direction on Cezar Chavez and s.v.n. He was trying to take her to Evans st. to his cab compound for it was the end of his shift and he had to have his cab back and he tried to pass her off to one of his company brothers and she was having nothing of it because she was born here and her moms from NY and what the fuck i need a cab in the right direction and she yells at me with arms flailing out of only a half lowered window. I pull into el cheapo gas station and soon i am swept up into a sexy drunk unhappy loftwifes intentions of having a good st. paddies day (she's an eigth irish.) we need to pick up her friend and would i like a guiness? aw c'mon have a beer. you can have a beer. its the start of my shift, i protest. YEAH, first one, CHEERS. She likes me and offers me pot and cocaine. I defer. I get her short story, twice. Her friend is interested too and soon enough i am dropping them off at Shanghai Kellys and shes begging me to go in for a drink. I cannot and with 20 bucks in hand i search for my next asses. Three EU'ers going to the Hilton. The hotel doorman has a line back into the foyer and i have a ride to Fishermans Wharf, where i greet some tired country folk from farm in Monterey. The kids were especially impressed with the ride on Jones st from columbus to o'farrell. ON and ON it went, a mix of tourists and green hatted sloshkies, going from one side of Russian Hill to the other and over to the front side of Tendernob. I got gladhanded and invited to partake and participate with 4 different female fares. I survived 3 possible puker rides. I got every imaginable thing yelled at me. I got taunted and provoked, cursed at and gestured towards, glared at and leered on, swerved at and swerved from to avoid, confounded and profounded, and sured and not sured. I made less than new years and halloween, but not more than valentines. I'm glad i didn't get run into and thats worth the 10% less i made because people were so drunk they made for inefficient passengers. Scene: two guys snoring as their buddy took forever to get a bottle form a bodega 4 minutes before 2.