Jenny and I found ourselves with a few minutes to kill in Sacramento a couple of Saturdays ago. We ducked into an English pub called The Fox and Goose for a cup of tea. There were signs all over the place saying, “Come celebrate St. Paddy’s Day with us.” While we were wondering why you’d go to an English pub to celebrate an Irish holiday, we came across another sign. “Bass wishes you a Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”
I looked at Jenny. “Oh, now that’s just rude.”
I hope everyone had a good Saint Patrick’s Day. We hung around the house, listened to some Flogging Molly and had corned beef and and cabbage. (Mmm... Boiled meat...)
Shawn made some beautifully stratified half and halfs and we toasted the Irish while we baby-proofed the living room. He had brought home the Guiness the week before, taking advantage of the customary March sale. “It’s Guiness season!” To acquire the Harp, I braved a crowded grocery store earlier that evening, beating another customer to the cooler just in time and diving in for the last cold six pack.
Ha ha. Get yourself some Bass.