They were three deep at the bar when we started and it didn't get much worse all night long. But that's what you get when Evacuation Day falls on a Tuesday.
  So give us a couple of choruses of "Fist me ole St. Paddy" Dinty! And he did (that was the tune he sang and we answered in kind, as if we had been doing the parade for decades).He sang about Irish girls to (well that was a lyrical transposition from college girls). When Sean sings Steve Earle singing about a Gallway girl one senses a theme. But bejeesus and begorah those girls can sing...
  Andrea Gillis had the Sinead twofer: Lay Your Hands On Me and Nothing Compares To U, and Rachael Price was doing Tupelo Honey hitting the  low notes you've never heard before. And thanks be for J-Po for just being there, working the high end on Wavelength. Oh Mama! Obama!
I wanted to move back to California and get me a cul de sac like Janowitz sang but I was having too damn much fun.
And they kept coming: New Years Day, Carrickfergus, Raglan Road and the Pogues. Billy was singing and playing guitar about the Strange Sea. Erin and Marinda were getting on the good foot while we was fighting for our right to paddy!
What was that? Nothing compares to Lawrence Scudder on viola and Bunny on the cello. We was way down in ditty wah ditty. Huh? It ain't no town and it ain't no city.
I woke to the sound of seagulls...
Have you ever
fired up the mac and found something gone,
old posts gone to Katmandu without a clue?
No backup disc nor file,
nothing left to do but turn the page.
Good thing Bob Seger ain't Irish!
Ha! You caught me smiling again.
Damn Tuesdays.