I was going to say something like, “Well, another successful St. Patrick’s Day Parade happened in Syracuse blah blah blah…” But I erased it and started over because I remembered (well, kinda), that I didn’t really see the actual parade. Truth is, I never really made it out of the Armory Squarish area. And then I started thinking about how many people were bumping and bouncing around in the streets…and it hit me: We were the parade! And I don’t mean to discredit the legitimate marchers and singers and candy-tossers and bell bangers – I’m just saying we amateurs are nothing to shake a Leprechaun’s stick at. So, therefore, “Another successful St. Patrick’s Day Parade stumbled through the streets of Syracuse…”
Look, it’s really all too soon for discussion, as I’m still trying to put the day’s events in some kind of chronological order, especially when someone played a trick on us all by having the parade on the day where we have to spring ahead. By the time night was closing in on us, the only thing I was worried about was trying not to fall forward – or behind, or anywhere for that matter.
But I’ve been trying to get a good Irish grip on myself here and figure a few things out. This is not in any order; I already said I have jet-lag or whatever.
Can’t complain about the weather. Of course, it could have been better, but it sure could have been worse. We all know this. And face it, honestly, how long did it take before you didn’t really care how cold it was outside? 2 hours, tops? Probably pushing it.
I have no idea how the open container law works, and I probably should have Googled it for a reference (but we all know how easy it is to get sidetracked once you start getting itchy fingers when the Google bug bites). Anyway, I like the whole “it’s ok to drink beer out of a can on the streets” thing. And I know a very large number of other people do as well.
Can we get a nice big round of applause for the complete lack of fights? Boom. I like that.
I enjoyed a traditional Irish feast, and I think I’m going to keep this tradition going next year. This feast includes: 1 chicken quesadilla loaded with stuff (technical term) from La Taqueria on Clinton St., 2 random slices from Nick’s Tomato Pie on Walton St., and 1 chicken-bacon-ranch calzone from Kalzonies on Fayette St. I highly recommend this special – it’s straight from the Emerald Isle. But, you might want to wait until the end of the night before you try to tackle this beast. The dancing shoes get a little heavy when this hits your gut.
The bars were all busy beehives. Can’t pick a favorite. Limerick Pub. Clinton St. Pub. Mully’s. Suds. All were lovely. I don’t mean to leave the others out, but I just remember being here the most. How the people behind the bar had enough patience to deal with us paraders is beyond me. Nicely done. I hope we gave you all a nice fat tip.
Speaking of the bars, did you all head back downtown to play the “where did I leave my credit card” game yet? Don’t act like you’re innocent, because I know for a fact I wasn’t the only one. I walked in to the Clinton St. Pub tonight after work and walked up to the bar. Before I could even get the full sentence out, the bartender held up the Cup’o’Cards. I laughed. She didn’t seem surprised. Anyway, I got mine back, but that cup was still very, very full. So, lace up your Nikes and head back down there to pick up your plastic. I’m sure the bartenders will be thrilled to see you.
FYI: It is, in fact, possible to open up a tab, forget that you opened it, buy drinks with another credit card, and leave without closing your original tab. Look out for that one.
Well, that about does the list for now. I know for a fact that I meant to put more in here, but if you’ve made it this far, you’re probably already too distracted trying to recap your own day. Besides, I’ve got some spring cleaning to do; I think the parade may have marched through my apartment. And it was good seeing all of you out there – I like seeing this city excited, especially when it involves clover stickers, green body paint, the Green Man, “Kiss Me I’m Irish” shirts, silly shamrock ties, big green socks, green glitter, shamrock headbands, and all other things green and gorgeous. Stay golden, Ponyboy.