Let me say right up front that I am not Irish. But yesterday Dale and I went to the St. Patrick’s Day parade in Boston and everybody’s Irish at the parade. It was really fun and I have the pictures to prove it.
It’s not a parade without bagpipes. Lots and lots of bagpipes.
The dragon was very cool and they swooped and danced down the street.
We saw our friends from the 22nd Mass Voluntary Infantry. We used to march in the parade with them. I’ve decided that watching the parade is way more fun than marching in it.
This is the cop who kept everyone in line. Seriously, he spent the whole time keeping the people to my left back up on the sidewalk because they kept wandering out into the street. Some people just shouldn’t be allowed to attend parades, you know?
Of course the Clydesdales were there. Too bad they don’t give out free samples of beer.
I think my favorite site of the day was this giant Guinness.
No Dropkick Murphy’s this year but The Gobshites were pretty good.
Reenactors of a different era.
The Shriners had this really cool car that did wheelies.
This one is for Dave. I’ll call it St. Patrick’s Day Asswatch.
After the parade we headed over to Fanueil Hall for a pint or three of Guinness.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day from all of us at Carole Knits!