The title for today’s post comes from the best Irish t-shirt I’ve seen. Who’s your paddy!? Hah!
Okay, so let me say right up front that I am not Irish. Nevertheless, everybody’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day, right? And Boston is a terrific place to be on this particular holiday so Dale and I made the most of it on Sunday.
First, we went to the parade.
We saw storm troopers dressed in their Irish finest.
We saw St. Patrick himself. We did not see any snakes so he must have done his job once again.
We saw our friends in the 22nd Mass.
And we saw lots and lots of bagpipes.
After the parade we made our way over to Fanueil Hall for some eatin’ and drankin’. Guinness on tap. Mmm. And a couple of Irish car bombs.
Finally, we wandered over to the common.
The statues were decorated for the holidays.
And the frogs at the frog pond were looking ever so photogenic.
We ended the day with a bit of a skate on the frog pond. We aren’t as graceful on skates as we used to be but it was still fun. Until I fell and knocked Dale down as I went down. I whacked my knee pretty good and it killed me yesterday. As in, I could barely walk.
It was worth it, though. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!