just got home from the parade meeting - the thing starts at 12:30pm... ends at 1pm-ish and then there's the bar downstairs...
so, yapping with bob (a man in his fifties i am assuming) - a swell egg - he's yapping with me and then springs the ol' "you should come to ireland with me and charlie next october in 95... you'd be a pisser~!" - don't worry, it's not like that, both of their wives are kick ass ladies... they just dig me and the ol' personality
while i would love to go to ireland - i am already MOST LIKELY going next march (for the st. patrick's day parade to march with the first all-women's group to ever be invited to march - the women of irish heritage jersey shore chapter) - plus i don't think they could handle my carousing through the pubs :)
heh.
