Hartford's St. Patrick's Day parade was this Saturday and I let Tom talk me into going. Okay, he didn't talk me into it, I was really quite willing to check it out as I've never been to a St. Patrick's Day parade before. Okay, I really begged him to allow me to hang out with him so I could feel like one of the cool kids. Ain't that right, Tom?
It was sunny and in the 60s, a perfect day for a parade. And if there's anyone to watch a parade with, it's got to be Tom. He brought a backpack full of Bud Light, each can packed in it's own individual baggy of ice. When Governor Jodi Rell walked by, Tom shouted, "We love you, 'cause you're not Rowland! You're not corrupt! That we know of yet!"
Some other good Tom quotes:
"Don't lie to a man with a full bladder!"
"Are you kidding! I feel like a new man now that I've urinated."
"It's hypocrisy and dichotomy. Am I spitting? It's hypocrisy and dichotomy like the world's never seen!"
"Tom is very recognizable in the street." (Yes, Tom referred to himself in the 3rd person.)
After the parade we met up with some peeps out at the bars, including Nate, the aforementioned "great guy" I am dating. Nate and Tom are both red-headed Irishmen and so they bond. Beers and shots of Jameson were had by all. Well, not me, not the Jameson anyway, but by all the red headed-Irishmen.
It was a very enjoyable day. We must do it again next year.
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Sadly, I don't remember 3 out of 5 of my own quotes. I'm still disappointed that you wouldn't go for a ride on my shoulders, Trish. 6'5" + 4'11" = ? Let me know when you want your fleece and shamrock cookie back. Thanks to you and Nate for safeguarding my L.L. Bean backpack... Freeport, ME's finest served us well!
Ahhh...a new entry in "Parenthetical Thoughts." So when are we going to hear about your fear of beluga whales? Even I don't know why you fear them so...
I used to work one block from Fifth Avenue in NYC, and on workdays that were also St. Paddy's or Columbus Day, I could walk right over on lunch and watch part of the parade. Now that I am in Chelsea, I am away from that part of the experience, but I am just north of the Village, which will be awash in pubcrawlers starting about, well, now for the diehards.
The bus station was also a blast on work March 17s. Drunks of all stripes holding one another up, discarded green plastic bowlers, an impenetrable mass of carousers in the Irish bar on the second floor, snatches of half-mangled folk songs echoing through the depot . . . part of me will miss it.
Enjoy the long green weekend!
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