St. Patrick's Day is a sacred day in our family. Hubby is Irish, and darn proud of it. I am not, but, I'm (almost) always up for a party, and I've always loved St. Patrick's Day, especially since it it's right after my birthday and just contributes to the whole "long weekend" aspect of my Birthday.
This year, as we always do, we went to the St. Partick's Day restival at the Dog and Duck Pub. Precious baby, age two and a half, has been every year since she was born, that little Irish Lassie!
The festival is a lot of fun though... Irish folk music, Irish punk bands, and even Bagpipe and drum units do the Festival every year. Of course, it's also a really good excuse to drink Guiness (I passed but Hubby drank enough for both of us!) and eat fish'n'chips. Dog and Duck does have the best fish'n'chips I've ever tasted, and Hubby says they are as close to what you get in Ireland as can be. But. given my desire to loose weight (yes, we aregoing to discuss it!) I managed to resist the temptation... except for about three "chips"... and I am proud of it.