St. Patrick's Day, a holiday I never think anything about, is huge in Boston. The first celebration in the U.S. took place here. We decided to take part in the festivities, so on the 17th we got up super early and took the train in to Boston for the first time yet.
We were at the bar by 8:30 AM. That's right. We went downtown to The Black Rose, a popular Irish bar, to see the Irish rock band, Black 47. The first 100 people got a traditional Irish breakfast; we missed it. But the band, who Michael remembers from his teenage years, was pretty awesome. And I fell in love with the lead singer's green suede shoes. You can see in the video below a girl doing traditional Irish dance.
After a few Smithwick's and Guinness beers and some sausage rolls, we walked over to another bar, where I ran into these lovely fellows (below). They made t-shirts to pick up ladies. Look at Mr. Intensity's guns!!
After several more beers, a bagpipe performance (above), and since the bartender did not know what was in an Irish funeral, we decided an eight hour day of drinking is enough and caught the train back home.
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The night before, we created a entirely green meal in preparation for the following day. I made fettuccine with parsley pesto and walnuts, along with some roasted broccoli. Michael got some food coloring and put it in our drinks. For dessert, we baked a chocolate cake with green buttercream frosting we concocted. And, of course, it wouldn't have been complete without green Jell-O.
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