Just a note to remind anyone who's interested (so, none of you then?): I'll be at The Liffey tomorrow shortly after the parade. As an added bonus, I'll be with my brother.
We'll be on the north side of the pub (to your right when you come in either door) because it affords a great view of the ever-imposing Cathedral of St. Paul. Although, that's usually where the bands set up, so we'll probably actually be on the opposite side of the pub. I'll be wearing an old blue Nike baseball cap that was given to me by an Irish guy (it's a stretch, I know), and a dark green sweater.
Looks like there will be no excuses for this weekend's Wales-Ireland match.
I'm really looking forward to the next four days. I think I would go so far as to use the word "giddy." I don't have to work, I get to celebrate St. Patrick's Day properly, I get some time to work on my book, Wales plays Ireland, Final Four is getting under way, and Sunday is my birthday. Lovely. I don't even mind that the weather is going to suck.
Here's a fun fact I will likely be sharing with people tomorrow at the pub: Herring communicate by farting.
Sure, I always use a firearm for "bedroom activities." Who doesn't?
New weapon of terror: Mylar balloons.