Ron usually has some kind of food giveaway there where you can grab a plate and have a bite. One year it was a pot of Irish stew. One year it was corned beef. He's always got a monumentally large cake too. A nice touch too with handing out green carnations to the ladies who walk in the door and baloons for the kids.
I'll be hiding in my well-fortified home, away from all the amateur drinkers who will have taken charge of the roads since 7am that morning, bending them to the left where they've been paved to the right...
When Happy Hour strikes I shall read aloud from Finnegans Wake, pausing now and again to mourn the public desecration of my racial heritage, pretending to be "above" the whole travesty in that snotty, cultural-elitist sort of way, as a means of comforting myself for the fact that I'm simply not a good-enough musician to take part in the craic.
Then I'll likely go to mass. That's what it's all about, right?
With any luck, I'll be sitting on my favorite bar stool (last one on the left at the front of the bar) at the Irish Center, listening to a bitchin' session with Danny Meehan (legendary Donegal fiddler) along with a cast of dozens. Who knows, I may even fall off the stool to dance a set or two if there are other set addicts there. (That's SET not SEX addicts...although that sounds interesting too!) Anyway, just to start a totally unfounded rumour---hopefully Danny and Dermot will be at the IC on St. Patrick's day. And as Tommy Moffitt used to say (and probably still does)...why go anywhere else when you can be at our own Irish Center (located at 6815 Emlen Street in Philadelphia) home to the Irish in the Delaware Valley since 1958. (Geez, you'd think I'd read that somewhere before, wouldn't you? Hmmm.... why does it sound so familiar?)
I won't be working but I do plan on going to the parade the week before. I have never been to a parade so I hope I can make this one. I also hope that it isn't that cold out there
That time of year is just hinky as all get-out. I march in a pipe band, and I can remember two years ago marching in the Conshohocken parade on Saturday and it was so warm, people were wearing shorts and T-shirts. The very next morning, playing for the Notre Dame alumni association's 10K at Chestnut Hill Academy, it was so cold, I couldn't feel my face.