The St. Patrick’s Day parade was this Saturday, and I’m just now getting around to the photos-but not becuase I got so drunk I couldn’t function.
Seriously! No laughing! I’m mildly embarrassed to say that I didn’t have a single drink the whole day. I didn’t even watch the floats this year. Instead, I functioned as the gang’s facilitator, thus having the title of Uber Goddess very kindly bestowed upon me. (Accent charcter was throwing off some browsers, so I have to be umlaut-less, I’m afraid.)
Hey, you bring a bunch of guys extra beer and beads and their ‘goddess’ standards aren’t as high as they might be, what can I say? There’s no chance of it going to my head, though. I’ve got a 16 year old, remember. I told her about it and she laughed so hard I thought she was going to pee herself.
I volunteered for duty, but hadn’t really considered a few basic things:
1) It was HOT. Low 80s, but it was the first hot one of the season and seemed traumatic.
2) Beads are heavy.
3) Beer is heavier.
It was, of course, a hell of a fun day. Too much was drunk by (almost) everyone concerned, and the guys looked great in their kilts- Charlie’s going to have to get one for next year. At least the kilted ones had a little ventilation going on…lol
Here’s the gang that Chris Horrell has gathered in front of St. Alphonsus’ church before they set out.
Lots more photos after the jump, and also in the main gallery.