I Can’t Wait for Tomorrow Night

Tomorrow night is my church's annual St Patrick's Day party. They call it the Gaelic and Garlic Festival because our priest is Italian, and thinks we should celebrate St Patricks Day as well as another day dedicated to an Italian Saint. The picture above is of me at the party a few years ago.

It starts off with an all-you-can-eat buffet in the gym at Our Lady of Good Counsel Church in Endicott. The buffet features Corned Beef and Cabbage, Italian sausage, and more. They have a local musician named Doug Hubert who plays his acoustic guitar and sings both Irish traditional songs as well as classic rock songs from the likes of The Eagles, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and two years ago we talked him into singing The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot, and he has played it every year since. They bring in girl Irish dancers from local dance clubs. After the girls are done and the older people of our parish go home, it turns in to a drink fest. In the past, my friends and I have stayed so late, that we helped put most of the tables and chairs away, and we put two tables together for the diehards. Doug has even sat at our table with our Priest, singing songs until after midnight. The only bad thing about this year's party is that we will lose an hour of sleep that night because of daylight savings time.

I really enjoy this annual party because it's so close to my house I can walk home. I will definitely be nursing a hangover come Sunday.