“No, no, no. I know this one,” you say. “St. Patrick’s Day is March 17th every year.” Apparently things are different in Alexandria, Virginia, where St. Patrick is celebrated the first weekend in March. And celebrated he is. I’m convinced that every kid in Alexandria goes to Irish stepdancing class. There were five different stepdancing schools represented in the parade. Cameron and I think that we had deprived childhoods because our parents didn’t send us to Irish stepdancing class. There were also a dozen or so bagpipe bands. The firemen had pipe bands, the marines had pipe bands, the army had pipe bands, the notre dame alumni had pipe bands - pretty anyone who is anybody has a bagpipe band. Where is the Washington Center bagpipe band, I would like to know. There was lots of music, lots of green, lots of Ireland. In essence, it was the best ever. :0) I’m a sucker for anything Irish. The month of March is a redheaded kid’s dream. Red headed kids seem to come out of the woodwork during St. Patrick’s Day parades. Maybe they stay in hiding the rest of the year. They’re like Jeep drivers and Mac users. You see a redheaded person and you give the “oh, what’s up?” nod. Carli knows what I’m talking about.
After the parade, Cameron, Becca and I walked down King Street and found something amazing. Bread and Chocolate. This is the name of a restaurant. It took way too long for someone to decide that this would be a good idea for an eating establishment. I mean, what else do you really need in life? Bread. Chocolate. Put them together and it equals something beautiful. I was not actually hungry, but I plan on visiting this place as soon as possible. Sarah, I think you and I will go here. You can just buy a bagette and some chocolate and go to town. Absolute bliss.
You Harry Potter haters can skip this next paragraph. Kelsey spent the night last night and we had a Harry Potter III evening. I think we’d seen the movie 30 times between the two of us, so it was fun to talk through it and make intelligent conversation about the intricacies of the book plotlines. It was like watching with Lori.
Well, I think we are going to spend our evening with the 80’s has-beens, PoP! Everyone needs a little Hugh Grant in their lives. Arrivederci.
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Hmmm... let's see. Would they (the Irish dance lessons) have been crammed BETWEEN the piano lessons, baton lessons and parades, Pet Friends at the Leon County Animal Shelter, drama, youth choir, cello lessons, swim lessons, mission trips to Bangor MA, Cuba,Ukraine ,San Antonio, bike trips across Florida via the old mission trail, retreats at Laguna Beach, vacations to Ohio, West Virginia, Hershey PA, Ireland, Poland,North Carolina, Huntsville, Disney, and Panama City or would the Irish dance lessons come AFTER? I'm confused.
...and one more thing!!! Sheep don't shrink in the rain, they shrink in the dryer!!! Are you home-schooled or something????
ok, your mom and whoever anonymous is is HI-LARIOUS!
Did they ever find those chickens from Feb. 8th's tornado???
But it couldn't have been like watching it with Lori. If Lori had been watching it with you, and she would have busted thru your door she would have taken up just a little space and she would have been wrapped up in a warm blanket and just her cute little nose and two eyes would have been sticking out and you would not have even been able to hear her breathe. She would have been eating Twizzlers and drinking Dr. Pepper.
....and she would have had a ever so slight Ukrainian accent : )Was it her????? Was it her?????
And Lori wouldn't like your new restaurant either ! That's a sure way to know if it was the real Lori!!
BTW Mr. or Ms. Anonymous, Why don't sheep shrink in the rain? Rain water is not hot enough. If you place them in boiling water they rapidy shrink to the size of a bean.
Hey, what's the "home-schooled" jab about?
At least I know how to spell "rapidly".........
How much wood, could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuch could chuck wood?
What has THAT got to do with pickles??
Calyn, Вы имеете странных друзей.
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