or maybe i'm just bitter cause i'm not feeling so great today.
cause i partied like a leprachaun last night.
saint patrick's day is kind of a weird holiday. i like what sasha wrote about it, calling it a "national holiday that focuses on beer, whiskey, and tin whistles" but noting that it is probably actually a cloaked pagan celebration of the vernal equinox. nice!
i also like what michael scott says: "it is the closest that the irish will ever get to christmas."
we rang it in with green beer at home just as the boys were just finishing up band practice.
i was sportin a shamrock tattoo from my friend at work earlier in the morn. and yes i did try out the whole "top o the morning" thing at work but my irish brogue is embarrassingly lacking and also i spilled a whole glass of water on a dude, so.
green beer was flowing everywhere, it turns out. and for cheap.
some tried to be good. someone's got to look out for the hooligans.
turned into a wild ruckus. there was a show, local rockbands Soft Devil and Breast Milk exploded the greenest night of the year.
but best of all for me was a tidbit of a treat: the opening act was a duo called Friendship and the Fawn from vancouver. two girls with their banjos, accordion, tambourine and xylophone singing the softest sweetest fairy songs. i was completely enamored.
and by the way, when i went to look them up online, check out this sweet story i found.
a baby bobcat and fawn befriend each other after a wildfire. ummmm, i'm dying.
luck o the irish from my friend rob.
hope you all had fun. and i hope you all didn't waste the next day away like me.