St Paddy's Dog

St Paddy's day in the States: "amateur day" according to my husband who claims Irish roots and refuses to wear, drink or eat anything green on that day (or really on any other day for that matter). Thank god for March Madness, which gives him the perfect excuse for not going out (personally, if I never see another basketball game in my life, it'll still be too soon.)

So then, given the absolutely amazing summer-like weather, I just had to go traipse around and the local St Paddy's parade was just the thing. I love how kids get into all this -- both from the sidelines and from within the parade itself. Cute. The fact that this took place near a set of stores I had meant to patronize was just an added bonus (yes, I really did need another five golf shirts...)

Funny thing: a week ago, I was mistaken for Christine Lagarde at the opera; today, someone asked whether I was a reporter -- maybe it was the camera; maybe it was the attitude. I think I'll try a different personae each weekend -- let's see what sticks. :)