Like a blogger who chronicles the Cooper Union Vomiter the morning after St. Patrick's Day, we were embarrassingly excited to see what might be in store for us this morning near or on the Cooper Union. While making our way to our post, we, to our horror, horrifyingly saw that the city's Vomit Sweepers had just made their way up Seventh Street, passing your St. Patrick's Day HQ with surprising efficiency.
Noooooooooo! we thought about yelling to no one in particular, though we aren't really ones who would actually ever yell Noooooooooo!
But in all seriousness, we seriously didn't spot any vomit near or on the Cooper Union this morning.
1) It's St. Patrick's Day. Day of amateurs. And people who like to act like one. Do you really think the Serial Vomiter would bother on such a day. It's like Brett Favre showing up for training camp. No. The Serial Vomiter is really sick, and lives to ruin moments that you wouldn't even begin to think about, like tomorrow.
2) On St. Patrick's Day, research has shown that most people tend to throw up on themselves, not wonders of architecture like the Cooper Union.
Meanwhile, stocking up for another day. Now is the time to go drink there.