|Adare Manor in Ireland. How gorgeous is this? source|
First off, how was everyone's St. Patrick's Day? It's a fun holiday isn't it? I love the color green so finding something to wear was no problem. I love beer (not the icky green kind though). I love Irish food. I love my girl Poke the Rock who lives in Ireland. I dig castles and I'm pretty sure they have a fuckton of those in Ireland. I think I would love Ireland in general if I went there. So thank you Ireland for giving us this kick-ass holiday where we can eat, drink and be merry!
The only problem with St. Patrick's Day, as with all holidays, is the eating and drinking part, right? Well kids, I am here to tell you that I did pretty damn good this year. Anyone who follows me on Twitter saw the photo of what I ate that day (and if you aren't following me on Twitter shame on you! Get with it!), which was corned beef, cabbage and a boiled potato. The great thing about Irish food for the dieter is that a lot of it is boiled, so it's a lot better for you than what we do on holidays in Texas. We're talking fried fish and shrimp, hot links, potato salad, mac and cheese and sweet tea. Yum! Where was I?
|Brewed in Kansas City, MO. It's delicious! source|
Oh yeah. Irish food. So I had about half that plate of food that I Tweeted, so way to go Margot (my inner skinny chick)! You rocked it, Sweetheart. Oh you noticed that pint of Irish Ale next to my plate in the picture did ya? Umm... it wasn't mine? It was that fucking leprechaun! He put it there. Yeah. That's it. *cough* Not buying it are you? Okay, okay I had the damn beer AND it was 10:30 in the morning. Shut up and don't judge me. It's all right because after we had our Irish "breakfast" we walked a mile to the parade. So ha!
|Bagpipers from the St. Patrick's Day Parade in Wichita. source|
At the sub-par Wichita parade, there was weird shit, like a truck that said something about an Ladies Oriental Shrine and then had no Asian people on the fucking float. Umm...weird right? There were also highlights like a group of drag queens (which I love!) that were followed directly by some Republican political candidate. That made my whole day, y'all. So afterward, we walked the mile back to our car, ran a bunch of errands and went home.
So, since I walked 2 freaking miles, I figure I did pretty damn well this week. It is so difficult for me to do things like that and I paid dearly for it yesterday, but it was a good day with the husband and a handful of drunken hipsters on bicycles. I may not have been perfect, but dammit I tried.
How did y'all do this weekend? Any drunken party stories? Please say yes. Please say yes. I hope you were all very careful with your partying and either took a taxi or had a designated driver because I like y'all and want to keep you around awhile okay? Happy Monday!