As you may know, I'm in a bagpipe band -- for County Armagh, acutally. I play the tenor drum, and swing my sticks around (though flailing may be a more appropriate term). Up until this year, Gail has always played beside me, but due to her increasingly large belly, she has decided not to carry a drum. So, I was solo.
Belly where the drum should be.
Anyway, Joe and I played the Huntington Parade, and the NYC parade and the Rockville Centre parade. Huntington was fine, though I was more than a bit hungover and paid a fair headache price for the two-for-one deals of the night before. Gail came, staked out her spot, and watched the parade, eating hot pretzels and drinking lemonade. New York City was hot. Hot and Long. And I contemplated, somewhere around the 60s, that I would just move to the side, take off my drums and jet out of the parade. I was really really hot. Rockville Centre was easy breezy. All my friends were there to watch, as well as my lovely sister, in her fold-up chair.
Me, laughing. Gail became the preggie papparazzi and kept snapping pictures, but I took one of her and Gerry, our bass drummer.
Gails In n Out of the parade.
And then, in great Rockville Centre Parade Day tradition, we went a-drinking.
Me and Gail (Gail wasn't drinking. She's pregnant. Also, Joe likes to tell strangers that she gave up drinking for Lent)
me and Kate
Baby Kayleigh (apparently her mother is unworried by my drunkeness...though, to be fair, it was in the beginning of the day).
Shannon and Cat.
Mrs.O and Reilly the dog!
Also: Sam, Christine, Rob, Eileen and a couple of people I've never before met!
Really, it was super fun. When we wore down, we went to Cat and Shannon's house for pizza and Rock Band. Don't hate, kids. It was a magical day with a great ending...and did I mention the fried ravioli?
I've also started my million dollar quest on book collecting. So far, I've spent 14 dollars, and made 0 dollars. But that may be a different story next week!
For my brother John:
Live FROM DARYL'S HOUSE!
Peace out, Hall & Oates!