Quick Note: Yours truly got her wires crossed and posted the wrong link to the Webinar. This is the correct link. Devon and I would love to have you join us.
Wow. Ten hours in one spot is something I usually reserve for this computer chair. But yesterday at 10 am I found a prime spot in the pub right next to the stage, and there I was until 8 pm. Through two bands and a slew of new friends (and a few I actually knew before yesterday), I did what I set out to do – enjoy.
From traditional Irish music to bagpipes to champion-level Irish dancing (two young men dancing were national champions), the entertainment was constant. So was the entertainment from the crowd. One woman’s Irish jig in front of me was impressive, as was the spontaneous act of dance from an older man, to the cheers of everyone around him.
Sometime around 12:30 or 1 (can’t remember), my husband tapped me on the shoulder. He and his coworker came in for lunch and, surprisingly, managed a table outside. One of my new friends saved my place so I could visit them, then back to my place. An hour later, my daughter came in, and she spent the next five hours with me, and we lifted our glass to Uncle Ray. Husband returned from work around 3.
Apparently, I’m hot. That’s what the dude in the green mohawk said. Then again, he’d had several Guinness before making that pronouncement. He told daughter she’d be “smoking” when she hit 27. Interesting – a letch who has a conscience, for 22 is apparently too young for him (amen, we both said). Or maybe his hitting on her in front of her mother weirded him out even in his inebriated state. She’s gorgeous with curly red hair and piles of freckles. Me, I was hot – they needed to open a damn door. I may have insulted him when he said what year he’d graduated and I said, “Lord, you’re just a baby!”
Yea, that probably did it.
I met my two new “best friends” as they called themselves in the ladies’ room – Tracy and Tammy, who were on temporary parole until their children’s school buses returned in the afternoon. Other best friends – Matthew, his daughters and his wife Eileen, who saved my chair when husband came in for lunch. Then there was Diana, whose daughter graduated from my daughter’s university. Then there was….
T-shirts. Lots of cute sayings that simply wouldn’t work any other day of the year. Some really, really sick and disturbing sexual pronouncements I won’t repeat, which made me think some people have absolutely no boundaries. But the waitress had a fun one – “And on the eighth day, God created whiskey to keep the Irish from taking over the world.” Clearly it didn’t work. 🙂
This one was cute, too – Irish today, hung over tomorrow.”
One short girl came by with my absolute favorite – “Irish I were taller.”
What a day off.
Today I have a little work to do, then I intend to enjoy the 70+ degrees this afternoon. The convertible top will be opened. It’s Friday. I’m freelance. Life is good.
How was your St. Patrick’s Day? Any plans for the weekend?
14 responses to “Irish I Were Taller”
Next to the Seaport World Trade Center in Boston is a pub called "The Whiksey Priest."
The show was great; I'll write about it on Gratitude and Growth. Today, I have a six hour round trip drive to pick up a friend who's visiting for a week.
This weekend, I must focus on the play — it has to go to London by the end of the month.
Sounds like a fun day. I'm not Irish and admit when I was going up, it annoyed me when someone told me There are only 2 kinds of people in the world – the Irish and those who wish they were Irish.
The only time I remotely refer to myself as Irish is when I am rooting on the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame. 🙂 Being a proud German, I didn't resent my Irish friends and wished them well on their celebrating. It took a while before I joined in on the fun.
When I moved to CA, people had no idea how huge St. Patrick's Day is back east and in the Midwest. To those in the west, it's just another excuse to party. 🙂
So, a tip of the hat to my Irish (and non-Irish) buddies. Life is for enjoying. Have a great weekend, everyone.
Ah, I thought about coming down but had to play tech support for someone and then had a pedicure date with a friend. Made it to town, just not quite to Molly's. You sure know how to make a girl feel like she missed out. But my feet feel reeeeeally good. So I'm over it. 😉
I usually love being "Irish for a day," but yesterday I went to see Bon Jovi in concert for the first time. And I have to say … WOW! I guess I thought Jon was cute enough before, but now that I've seen him live… well, that's a whole different story 🙂
Devon, it surprises me none that whiskey and priest are combined. Many a man of the cloth have I seen in an inebriated state. They're human, though many of them don't want to admit it. 🙂 Looking forward to reading about the show!
Cathy, I never cared for people who hold themselves above anyone else. Even in fun, sometimes it's a bit mean-spirited. I'm much more in favor of the "Irish for a day" inclusion. 🙂 And you and I have a date for some futur Oktoberfest – there's a party, too!
Jenn, I wish you'd strolled in, even for a minute. I thought of you! But I bet you have rockin' toes. 🙂
Ashley, there's a GREAT reason for missing a green celebration! That's one hot man. Oo. Dear.
Ashley, on a side note – my aunt had sent us a photo of her standing with Bill Clinton at a fundraiser for some charity she helps organize. In the background – Jon Bon Jovi. She had her back to the hottest man in the room and probably didn't realize who he was. Good. Lord.
LOL that's hilarious about your aunt! But I admit, I did not realize just how sexy he is until last night. I was basically a puddle in the floor, and my husband had to get a towel to wipe me up and bring me home.
You're on, Lori, and I'd party Irish with you anytime-except my t-shirt would read Irish I was rich-shallow, I know. 🙂
But, I'm rich with friends…Kumbaya, my Lord… 🙂
LOL! I'll go with that. 🙂
"Apparently, I'm hot. That's what the dude in the green mohawk said."
I may read two sentences today that I enjoy more than these two, but I doubt it 🙂
Sounds like a tremendous day, Lori – glad you had such a great time, & thanks much for sharing it with us!
I think some of your Irish luck finally rubbed off on me. One of the two places that has owed me for published articles I wrote several months ago finally e-mailed with details confirming that my check has been sent out. Granted, it's the place that only owed a tiny amount, and I had to hound them several times, but they're sending it.
If the rain holds off I might try to do a little yard work this weekend. I hate yard work, but have several small branches that need to be cleaned up and a lot of that post-snow debris to clean up along the street and sidewalk. You see, I hate seeing that kind of mess more than I hate cleaning it up. I'm just not lazy enough to ignore it.
I wish I had something fun planned. Maybe a DIY pedicure? Thank goodness it's almost barefoot weather here again. I want to find a nice deep orange polish for my toes this year…
Hugh, I'm glad you didn't fail to see the irony in those sentences. 🙂
Yay! Found money, Paula! Doesn't it feel like it when it's so long in coming? Here's hoping it's enough to cover that pedicure. LOL
My DIY pedicure is free (unless I find the right polish to splurge on).
Since my skin is so allergic to everything I don't want to risk a bad reaction with any lotions or soaking agents that might be used in "real" pedicures, which will probably save me thousands of dollars over the course of my life.
That said, I'm really curious about the ones where little fish swim around and nibble the dead skin from your feet. Of course, I've always wanted to try walking on hot coals, too. Anyone here tried either of those things?
Just remind me not to fish in those waters, Paula. Ew! LOL