Last Night

We had our mouths and minds set on the green beer, corned beef & cabbage and Irish music. Of course NONE of those things happened.

As we drove from Irish bar to Irish bar and saw the crowds and drunken debauchery (is anything more irritating than being around on-your-ass drunk people when you're stone sober?) we started thinking our desire for the Irish celebration had waned. As we pulled into our favorite corner bar, Frailey's, we decided it looked less crowded so we parked. Just as we did, a TOUR BUS pulled up on the sidewalk out front and... oh, a good hundred drunk leprechaun-hat-wearing, belching, stumbling, cabbage-puking, self-respect-lacking people came stumbling out - and into the front door of Frailey's. Again, normally these are just my kind of people. But not when I'm sober.

Shit.

So we did what any good 8-percent Irish person would do. Went to a seafood restaurant. Isn't that sad? Sad, I tell you. Not sad like Old Yeller, sad like "damn, we're getting old."

The highlight of the night was a bottle of wine. It was a Kim Crawford Marlborough Pinot Noir from New Zealand. Damn good wine, and it didn't even force Tawnya to do the "wine face" when she drank it. (frown, pursed lips, crinkled nose) We had found our new favorite wine.

If you're in the St. Louis area, you really should try this place... it's called "Wholly Mackerel." It's a neat seafood place with incredible food and a helluva wine list. With bottle of wine, last night's dinner set us back about 150, but it was really worth it. Great special-occasion place.

Ramble over. Weekend on!