We completely lost our minds and ventured into the Southie Parade in yesterday's wet drizzle. But with P and Maria’s place being just steps away from the parade route (i.e, shelter, bathrooms and refreshments), it made for a pleasant rainy afternoon in SoBo. Even better, while we gawked on Broadway, Margaret Mary K. boiled up a corned beef and cabbage feast, sipping her annual Bailey’s on the rocks (this resulted in some foot stomping and a self-imposed walk to Dunkin Donuts for “fresh air” later in the day.) At the parade, we found a decent spot among the green throngs where we sidled up alongside the Comcast TV cameras. Here, the parade halted from time to time with step dancers and marching bands and -- inexplicably -- a flatbed truck blaring Sean Kingston tunes. (Aside: Paulie is a big fan of horses, but not so much of the tuba.) Candy was thrown from the Buicks of local octogenarians and mardi gras beads were tossed out by troops just back from Iraq. The kids caught rubber balls and plastic parachutemen and 11 coupons to the new Sam Adams Brewhouse. Of course, all of this swag was even more fun than the $15 inflatables purchased from the parade vendor/rapist. Then, just when Paulie had turned the corner with regard to the tubas, the MF Lexington Minutemen started shooting off their muskets like Yosemite Sam and we had to bail. We headed back to the house and indulged in a delectable CB & C dinner and C&P sideshow. Then we grabbed some Irish soda bread and chocolate-dipped strawberries and watched the secondary parade of reveling paddies file past the window, pausing now and again to dry heave behind Amrheins.
But, it gets better....No words necessary, just wait for it and absorb the awesomeness. Slainte!
5 comments:
Tell Paulie it's OK to be scared of the muskets. I thought they were loud, until they were actually shot off right in front of me. The sheer noise alone made me feel like I was hit by random shrapnel. Otherwise a fun day for a parade and random party hopping.
Good stuff KJ.
Certainly miss living in Southie at times. Although the year we were right on K St. and didn't have to worry about driving in or parking for the parade, we had to leave the city for the day for pre cana. I came back to one of the drunkest firefighters I've ever seen in a kilt playing fir darrig puking on the sidewalk in front of our house.
Dammit...I miss Southie. Slainte, KJ. A tooty-ta, a tooty-ta...
WMD-that is awesome. That would be the equivalent of seeing you wasted in the Larry Dallas sweater.
I think the Dell'Olios should come by this week. Tooty-ta and LOST and SBJ!
It was a helluva good time! And the coupons came in quite handy..Kate- what exactly is an octogenarian?
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