I walked around Irish Fest for about an hour and a half by myself last night. I was grinning, walking at a rapid pace, burning off the excited energy of being back at Irish Fest. I took some pictures because there weren't many people about when it first opens on a Thursday. It was fun and happiness.
I don't know that I have a good story to tell yet. I'm volunteering at the Gate today, finally giving something back other than just money. I'll be leaving for that soon. Blame that for the brief quality of this entry.
Potato Pancakes with apple sauce. Shepherd's pie. 4 Snakechasers and a Sprecher's Stout. Good times...
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