Today, we're looking at portraits of our lucky little Leprechauns.....
|First, fortification . . .|
|. . . well, if you can get past the fierce bouncer.|
|And then, the start of the Parade . . .|
|. . . and already pooped.|
|Leprechaun Vendor (Timberwolves??)|
|The much-talked-about woman watching the parade from Crocker House|
|St. Francis De Peter|
|I love this dude.|
|Mr. Irish Man. Who I want to take home.|
|Miss Connecticut. Well, it IS a parADE.|
|Irish Step Dancer. With an unruly wig.|
|There is nothing better than a high school girl marching with a giant tuba. Or french horn. Or bassoon. |
Or any class of giant brass instrument.
|These middle school girls kill me . . .|
|. . . just kill me.|
|Hsinny-Girl . . .|
|. . . and young Jellyroll|
|Katie, on her last day on the job.|
|Mr Dibble, sir.|
|Oh, what a lovely rendition of Amazing Grace she did . . .|
|Our young lad again, but I can't help it; just look at this photo of him in Gary's arms.|
|See you in the Sweet Sixteen tonight, SDSU-Boy.|
|Record Lady Daphne|
|I like these bagpiper-fife-and-drum types. I love them, really.|
|The end of a perfect day . . .|
As one of my customers -- who got the Tavern's first Guinness of the day -- said on St. Patrick's Morn, "I look forward to this day the other 364 days a year."
See you next year, my Leprechauns!