Excuse the vulgarity, but Eric is not feeling the irish love today. They had a parade last night in Savannah, in which he got rained on (in a wool uniform). Then crammed into a room with 2 marching bands, to stand at parade rest, listening to speechs for an hour and a half. I got to hear about the steamy, stinking condition of said hour long into the night last night. It was hot and miserable enough that a few of the Citadel band members fell out of formation. Apparently Eric thinks that should have been a clear signal to the folks with the microphone that the evening needed to end.
So he's being the St. Patty's day Grinch this morning. He doesn't like Christmas, doesn't like St. Patty's day, or - come to think of it - any organized holiday. Good thing he didn't get tagged to march in the 5 mile long St. Patty's day parade in Savannah today. But, in honor of his Irish heritage, just a shout out to his 3rd great-grandfather, Patrick Behan. Which makes Eric 1/32 Irish. Sorry, no picture.
We're celebrating St. Patty's day tonight by going to cub scouts, for the Raingutter Regatta. No green beer at O'Connells for us.
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