Day #3.

Brrrrrrr.

Brrrrrrr.

Once we dislocated our friends not so four-wheel drive SUV from our ridiculously treacherous winter driveway…we headed back to the old haunt Gabriel’s Gate for pre-parade cheer.

Did I mention that it was about FOUR degrees with wind chill? Yeah, I might be getting too old for this stuff…

BUT THEN LOOK AT WHAT FUN WE HAD!

I’M NEVER TOO OLD!

Brrrrrrr! After about 2.9 hours of watching the parade…we all, in our hungover frozen states…

A. Went to another bar? Slàinte!

B. Couldn’t get to our vehicles and in our warm beds fast enough.

If you guessed B you would be correct. And in fact, HWMMS and I continued with option B for all of ACTUAL ST. PATRICK’S DAY as well. Because, we are old.