St. Patrick's Day is a big deal to me. I'm not of Irish heritage (though many people have told me I look like I am), but it is my birthday. What better day to celebrate than with a bunch of people wearing green plastic hats and being of questionable sobriety?
And what fun to be in Boston, which takes the whole Irish thing pretty seriously! This year's parade was wicked cold--grey skies, a snow shower here and there, and strong winds. But there was merriment to be had!
First of all, the obligatory green silliness:
Then there were the local (and not-so-local) pipe bands. It takes a real man to wear a kilt during a Boston winter!
Though it did look painfully cold (note the grumpy faces...)
There's the expected visit by the patron saint himself...
As well as some unexpected parade participants, such as the guys from a local sheet metal union...
But despite all the fun, it got to be too cold for the little ones, so we did the "fast-forward" parade viewing by walking toward the T station in the opposite direction of the parade itself. And it all ended beautifully with a free ride on the T.
Happy St. Patrick's Day (a day late) to you all!