Grab your flashing LCD belt buckles, put on your drinking socks and get ready to ride. I'm actually ambivalent about going on the Local this year, coming as it does a few months after the death of our beloved "Aunt Flo," aka Florence Cook.
Flo never was one to ride from place to place -- hauling your drunk shit on and off a bus all day was for kids -- but she was always waiting there for you at Spanky's to start off the Local, and later at Scanlon's to check up on you when you disembarked. I'm not sure I can do an afternoon of beer-soaked tears, but some of my favorite Shamrock Local memories have Flo at the center of them. So we'll see.