St. Patrick's Day in Maui

Marc and I got to Mulligan's around 3:30. After many Guinness and Smithwicks, it got a little weird. When I say weird, I mean all the locals started pouring in. This made me scared and nervous. Not nervous like we were going to be murdered, but I certainly would not wonder off on my own. I believe Marc and I were hit on by a local mafia type and his girlfriend. I don't know why swingers gravitate toward us, because we ARE NOT swingers!!

Anyway, here are a couple pictures from the night: