If the Bishop says so.......
It was so bitter cold! So cold that I watched the end of the parade from inside the building sheltered from the elements.
It is little fun when you are not part of the crowd, so I made my way to the bar and began to watch the NCAA tournament games and ordered an Irish Coffee.
Because.......of dispensation. The Catholic Bishop announced from the alter last Sunday that God understood about St. Paddy Day. (I have given up alcohol for Lent).
The bar became totally crazy in time. Omega called me asking how to find the hotel...at least that is what it sounded like she was asking. It was difficult to hear her over the roar of the masses huddled together bellied up to the bar.
I met her in the room a little while later.
"Where is your luggage?" she asked as I sat on one of the beds with a Sam Adams in one hand, and the tickets to the Saw Doctors in the other.
"In the car!"
"And the car is.........????"
"I'm not sure. I left it with someone at the front of the hotel."
"You mean you just handed over your car over to someone????!!!!!!"
"Yes......gosh, I sure do hope he works with the hotel!!!"
Not to fear. He did.