Tuesday, March 18, 2008
St Paddy's day
on Monday we celebrated the feast day of my namesake. Its the first time in years I haven't been working or playing and it felt odd to be honest. The local irish community (what little of there is) didn't appear to be out in force and the local plastic paddy pub felt a touch more plastic than usual. Crappy covers guy not even trying to play vaguely celtic tinged music, a few drunk westies/skangers and orange (yes that's right folks - orange) shirts on a few of the barstaff. As they day wore on things picked up as crappy covers guy was replaced by a duo called Ballylicky who were not just capable players but even gave the tunes a bit of a twist. This also coincided with me switching to cider and things fired up from there. Despite the stifling heat the irish dancers gave it a good dash and finally the craic made it's belated arrival. Things get a little blurry after this, but my darling wife says the dreaded triple Jamesons in a pint glass of coke made several appearances. As did an inapproriate conversation about dead hookers with a soon to be married young couple and frequent full and frank appraisals of some of our drinking companions' ancestors. All given and taken in good spirit apparently but I had the sense to leave when I noticed Lize's eyebrows were spending more time in the raised rather than lowered position.