... and a hangover.
Saturday. The Michigan Irish Music Festival. We had one hell of good time. And now I'm paying for it.
Despite the heavy rain, the music went on in the Pub Tent and under the main stage band shell. Merry flutes and pipes, flying fiddles, the rhythymically beating bouhrain that made you want to jump up and start 'step-dancing' (think 'Riverdance'). All that, and free-flowing Guinness. Of course, by 'free', I mean 'copious amounts' - everything was actually a little pricey.
Which prompts me to mention all the drunk-money we spent.
I bought a CD set that I thought was fifteen dollars when in actuality it was thirty. We bought a sweet penny-whistle complete with instructional book and CD - thirty-five dollars - which we prompltly lost when we pulled it out to show it to some other drunk guy. We drank and ate and drank and ate, then washed it down with more drink. The music was incredible. The entertainers were entertaining (Irish people are funny - didja know?), and we eventually met up with my sister and some old good friends. Shout out to Rich and wife. So yeah. It was bliss. Sweet Irish bliss.
And then I got sick. I won't go into it in graphic detail, but yeah, here it is Monday morning, and I still feel kind of queasy. And you know what else? I was barely able to stagger to the stage yesterday to read my winning limericks. (I tied for first with this other writer I know)
If you're interested, here's a link to a good example of the entertainment: Seamus Kennedy
Okay. Now here's a link to my limericks from last year: Ray's Limericks 2007
And finally, a link to the best blog on the interweb: Is this supposed to be a joke?