headed down to the local irish pub at around 3:30 or so. They had blocked off the main road, and added three festival tents. The bar itself has a capaticy limit of 100, and there probably around 500-700 people in and around the bar at any given time. It was rather cold, so a great many revellers left well before closing time.

I did notice one other kilted individual at the pub, wearing a blue and red sportkilt. Talked to him for a second, but it seemed that he had something on his mind, and dashed off. At the speed he was moving, she most have been something to see.

Around 10pm the pipe and drum corps. arrived to enliven the evening. The irish band on stage was pretty good, but the pipers blew them away. Even the wind and cold rain didn't keep them away. You should have seen the women swoon as a small army of kilted pipers marched it. It was a thing of beauty.

Though rather uneventful, it was a great night. After several glasses of Jameson, a few kilt checks and a very persistant nag with a camera ( she never did get the pic she wanted. No way I'm going to give in to the desires of a blazing-red-headed woman who made rosanne barr look hot) I made it home in one piece. Thank god for that.

I will say one thing I did notice. Of all the women who wanted to know the answer to the question, not one of the really attractice ones was at anytime really persistant about it. It seamed that those who would have had to make the most effort seemed to care the least about looking like a fool. Then again, does make sense in an odd sort of way. Luckily, only one person got away with getting an un-invited peek before I could swat her hand away (an eldery 'lady' who had what appeared to be the thrill of a lifetime as she noticed a lack of undergarments 'neath the kilt).

I'm eagery anticipating April 17th, St. Practice Day! have to keep in shape for next year!