St. Patrick's Day is rapidly climbing the list of my least favorite holidays. I doubt it will ever supplant Valentine's Day, or the forced jocularity of New Year's Eve, but like the latter it presumes you will at some point be spending a sizeable portion of your evening crammed in with a bunch of amateur drunks. We went to the downtown parade today (my verdict: needed more bagpipe), and I think that's enough for me.
The Wife is off for an evening with the girls, which suits me fine. My liver's still working on its SXSW backlog. She Who Shall Not Be Named is tucked away with Mr. Pig*, and I'm going to watch some more basketball (all my Elite 8 teams are still alive, thus far), last week's Battlestar Galactica, and maybe Casino Royale again.
At least the opening chase scene.
To accompany me this evening, I have some Allagash Dubbel Reserve and this fearsome concoction, given to me by award-winning filmmaker Don Lewis last week in Austin. And none of it is green.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, all. Play nice. Drive safe.
* Want to have fun some time? Let your three-year old daughter pick out a stuffed animal at Target, take it to the register with out realizing it has no price tag, and watch the clueless sales associate yank it away from you and run off to do a price check while your child shrieks at being robbed of her new best friend.
It was like something out of "Guernica."
I’d recognize his gorgeous locks and devil-may-care grin anywhere.
How was the beer???? Any bizaare and totally elongated dreams that made total sense but then again, don’t? That’s hwat happens to me anyway…
I think the WHOLE WORLD needs more bagpipes.
I’d like to teach the world to skirl
To a piobaireachd harmony
I’d like to buy the world a haggis
And keep it company
That’s the real thing
Did you catch the Richard Branson Cameo a few minutes before the Virgon Airline 747 lands in the background?