St. Patricks Day

I wonder if St. Patrick ever thought that his memory would be celebrated by imbibing vast quantities of whiskey and beer, and stuffing your face with eggs, bacon and blood sausage. Somehow, I doubt it. :) Nevertheless, we celebrated his memory this year as we always do -- by hanging out with Bren's Uncle Dan at O'Briens in Santa Monica. We usually get there by 10a, in time for the Irish breakfast, then stay for as long as we can manage. Last year, we had given up alcohol for Lent, so we didn't get to stay as long. But this year, we put in a solid half day, and it was so much fun!





Me and Uncle Dan!






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aarti