Happy to be Irish was one of the themes on Sat. March 14th, during the 2009 ST. Patty’s day Festival. Green was the color and melodies, crafts, and food were the environment. They were too many people to count but the vibe was definitely jovial and in good Irish spirits.

As I walked toward the festivities I felt proud to be of Irish decent. I was wearing my appropriate Gaelic looking dress that was white, blue, and of course GREEN. I strolled passes a ST.Patrick’s day float and saw many awaiting their departure. The parade started at 11:00 and as we anxiously awaited, I perused through the vendors that were selling Irish paraphernalia and arts and crafts. There were also the accessorized dogs that seemed to be excited just as us folk to be there. Smells filled the air of corn beef and cabbage and bratwurst that commanded me to eat an early lunch.

After the Irish grub I stood and watched the vibrating bag pipes fill 6th Ave. as they strolled by. Fire trucks were sirening and people were waving all in the name of St. Patrick. The parade ended and people flocked to the beer garden which was very inviting to an Irish lass. The music started and then before I knew it, my friends and I were on our way to Nunu’s, a mysterious little joint that is so dark inside that you forget that it is day time (which can be very tortuous when leaving after a few beers when it is still light out). So we filled the jukebox with Irish tunes and drank the day away…. Come on we’re Irish. We gulped, we sang, and we witnessed an older couple forgetting that they are not invisible and proceeded in making out like two teenagers. That was also torture.

As the vibe or should I say buzz faded, I walked home to our Banker’s Hill bungalow and rested for round two. I met up with my crew and took our culture from Ireland to another part of the world, Japan because this is San Diego and who says you can’t have the best of both worlds. We ate our Sushi and were back on the Irish band wagon of beers. We said our goodbyes to our peeps and started our journey over the Hillcrest’s rainbow back home where there was a pot of gold and a Leprechaun … well maybe not, but it was still a great day to be Irish!

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