here penn is waiting patiently for mommy to apply pants and shoes so that we can go to the st. patrick's day parade. unfortunatley for me, there are two st. patty's day parades: one on greenville, centered a little more on drinking and pub crawling and the other downtown, centered a little more on irish heritage. i got the days mixed up and we ended up downtown on the wrong day of the parade.
but, the balloons enticed us to hang out in the west end for fun and food.
penn even saw his first real live horse, whose name is larry, and by the looks of his ears, is highly annoyed at our gawking.
we decided on joe's crab shack for their large patio and because of the lack of service at "on the border."
despite not being able to see penn's cute pursed little lips, he is indeed giving me a kiss.
we planned on attending the parade today, but an ill-timed interview with a couple about being their wedding photographer (i got the job!) caused us to miss the parade.
and damnitall 'cause i'm really stuck in this irish world after reading the phenominal "Angela's Ashes" and then "'Tis" by Frank McCourt. I'm currently reading "A Monk Swimming" by Malachy McCourt, Frank's brother. I went ahead and purchased "Singing My Him Song" by Malachy which i will begin very soon. I just found out hbo did a documentary on the mccourt brothers which i might as well purchase, for as you can see i'm hooked. a damn irish literature junkie. and after reading what the mccourt brothers had to say about st. patrick and the american celebration, i was truly jonesing for the parade.
alas, i got coconut shrimp, kisses and another gig, so who's complaining?
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