St. Pat's Recap- A Little Late

Last Saturday was St. Patrick's Day, and because I am a gluttonous, asshole American, that means one should wear green, enjoy a local parade, and go to directly to the pub. True to form, we (Tom, Pat, Amanda, Ella, Rich, and I) all wore green, we drove past people who went to the parade (seriously, who wants to go to a crappy parade when you can go directly to the pub?), and we did, in fact, end up at a pub.

This year we found ourselves (by chance because our favorite pub was too crowded) at the Idle Rich Pub in Dallas where we threw down on "Irish" food and libations. Foodwise, Shepherd's pie, a Reuben, and some fish 'n chips graced our table. For drink, I stuck with the priest's collar (aka Guiness and cider, sometimes called a snakebite here in the flatlands) while the boys went for straight up Guiness (which is now owned by the English! (gasp!) Damn you, England! (shaking fist aggressively!))* Nonetheless, we pretended that it was all very Irish.)

We wore green beads (not to be confused with Mardegras beads, though Ella did help me flash the entire pub, which is better than flashing Open House, but whatever... Where are my frickin' beads from that occasion?), listened to bagpipe music and U2, said "och!" a lot, and used Mc and O' in front of all nouns.

After the pub, Rich and I headed to Ft. Worth to the Fougses house for not so Irish pizza and a movie. We watched The Departed which was actually very Irish, and for which Scorsese won his academy award this year. It was a really good movie and had an A++ cast.

All in all it was a really fun day! Thanks friends!

* Not really, England. I love you, though I realize our relationship is often hot and cold. I need you to be nice to me since I'm coming to visit you in 2 1/2 months! In return I promise to be nice to you. Deal? Please don't kill/maim/otherwise injure me with your trains and veggies, and spongey grass! Please!