I’m not one to party heartily all day on St. Patrick’s Day (or any other day for that matter, because I poop out too soon and always have). However, yesterday when I saw a picture on Facebook of a California friend raising a glass with a group in a nicely decorated pub, I thought, “Why am I sitting home?” I also reasoned that it would make a good blog post.
First I put on as much green as I could muster, which is harder than it sounds, because so many of my clothes do not fit my current rotundity. I resorted to Christmas socks and one Christmas earring (my three earrings almost never match, and I found two others green enough). One excuse I decided was the weather was in fact a little Christmas-like. I figured if anybody called me on it, I would get a very sad look on my face and say, “I thought I looked pretty.”
I went first to the Elks Lodge, where one member called out another member on not wearing green. He agreed he was not wearing green. I pointed out that he was Italian, and again he agreed.
“You will wear red on Thursday for St. Joseph’s Day,” I speculated. Note to self: wear red on Thursday for St. Joseph’s Day (I am part Italian myself).
After one glass of wine (and not a shot of Jameson, although another member offered to buy for anybody who wanted one) I went to the End Zone, where the owner, Brock looked so cute, I asked if I could take his picture. He agreed, but lamented that I must not think he was cute the rest of the time.
A sly leprechaun. I was going to put “sly little leprechaun” but, well…
After a glass of wine there, I went across the street to Stone Soup American Bistro and Beer Garden in search of food. I ordered a McDowell’s Big Mick smash burger, which had Cooper cheese, lettuce, pickles, onions and 1127 Sauce. I chose the 1Velo 2 Pour Red Blend to go with it. It was yummy!
I also took a picture of the menu, but this is more colorful.
After that I went home to crochet and watch television. I hope all of you enjoyed your St. Patrick’s Day or run of the mill Tuesday as much.
