On March 2nd, for the Irish Parade Fundraiser on Bourbon Street, 7 people showed up for this not-to-be-missed event. It should be noted that Dave S. and I both were sporting very fashionable Tall Irish Hats (the envy of the masses).
At $50, it was somewhat expensive to get in, but that included lame Bud Lite beer, some wine, shots of Irish whisky, and an “Irish Dinner,” if meatballs, bowtie noodles, a salad and potatoes is considered an Irish Dinner. Johnny said it should have included”Lucky Charms.” I guess they need this fund raiser to pay for those “Clickity-Clack,” do hickeys that “River Dancers,” stick on their shoes and the massive wigs they stick on their heads as they walk in the Southside Irish Parade.
When Liz wasn’t around somebody snuck a lot of Irish meatballs on her plate and I was accused of being the perpetrator, like I would do something like that. The rubber roaches made a big hit, they livened up any event. The Irish music was pretty loud, you had to yell to be heard, but was nice is
that it added to the pandemonium. The Irish music selection was somewhat lacking, because they did NOT play, “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling,” “I’m looking Over a Four Leaf clover,” or “Old Danny Boy.” Dave said, “those really aren’t Irish Songs,” I replied then what are they Swedish songs?”
It was great seeing everybody (that came) to this festive occasion, parking is always a challenge, I had to park 1/4 of a mile away at the Jewel parking lot so my car wouldn’t get towed, Dave parked behind the Bourbon Street, a secret parking lot, I never thought of that, even though you’d be graced by all the garbage & smells back there. There was a bathroom that was close to our table, but if the Bourbon Street police caught you going there they’d make you go to the washroom way on the other end of Bourbon Street saloon, which actually wasn’t so bad because you’d end up walking by the Irish whiskey table so I could get another shot of whiskey.
How can you tell when an Irish bagpipe is out of tune? You can’t because they’re always out of tune. Nevertheless, I always considered Bagpipes to be Scottish, Johnny said, “that’s a bunch of malarky!”
We interviewed the “Queen of the Southside Irish Parade, “quite a looker,” she was tall, so Johnny gave her a Tall Club Business Card,” and asked her to join Paramount. She was wearing all “pink!” what happened to the Irish Green? She sounded receptive to joining, maybe she was drunk. LOL.