Starting some time during the middle of last week, people were talking about what they were going to do on Friday, St. Patrick's Day.
I could have sworn that Friday was not St. Patrick's Day, but the way people we going on about it I must have been mistaken.
I finally had to look it up and sure enough, St Patrick's Day was indeed on Monday.
But here in New Orleans, just a couple weeks after the two-week long bacchanalian festival that is Mardi Gras, they were ready for not one but four days of Guinness, Jameson, corned beef and cabbage. and of course, several parades.
I took it easy Friday night, knowing I had a full weekend ahead of me.
Saturday I was up and out so I could get my race packet early, so I could avoid getting trapped by street closures for the parade.
The fitness expo for the run was in Audubon Park, 10 am to 6 pm.
I got there pretty much at 10.
I was able to get my race packet, but the expo was far from being ready to go.
I was once again amazed at just how many people get into the spirit of things and was feeling practically naked not having anything green on.
Fortunately for me, there were plenty of vendors hawking green hats, visors, shirts, etc.
I picked up a nice tee from Tracey's, the bar across the street from where we had staked out a spot to watch the parade.
I had some Guinness and corned-beef and cabbage, enjoyed the parade and headed home after a bit.
I was lured over to a make-shift bar on a street on the way home. It was more like an adult version of the old home-made lemonade stand, except instead of lemonade it was various spirits.
Caught up with the festivities, I gave into their offering of a Jameson and Coke.
I would pay for it the following day.
The picture to the right is what it looks like after the parade passes by.
I woke up to the sound of thunder and rain.
I looked up the weather forecast which showed that it was supposed to clear up pretty soon.
Around thirty minutes before I was supposed to head on over the start of the race, which was a mere 10-minute walk from my place the ran let up.
I hiked on over and waited around only to find out that they had delayed the start of the race for an hour due to the weather.
I had signed up to run the Shamrockin' Run 8K, Guinness Challenge. Basically, every mile you drink a four ounce glass of frothy Guinness, collect a wristband and then carry on your way.
It was quite a lot of fun actually.
And a lot more people than at the Expo.
Must of been the lure of free beer.
Happy St. Patrick's Day
By Monday, the actual St. Patrick's day, I had my fill of festivities, but I still made it over to my local bar, Down the Hatch and got myself a Guinness and Jameson, along with a traditional Irish meal of chicken shawarma.