Saturday, March 19, 2011

Neighborhood parade

Fat people, drunk people, guys wearing skirts. All with one thing in common: A desire to be seen. Rah, rah, rah. All being viewed by onlookers who moved out of the neighborhood years ago. Happy effin St. Patrick's Day...


1 comment:

  1. Great comment! So true. The "look at me, I'm special and my family are important" crowd love these weeks in March. All the local politicians leave their winter retreats in Florida every year at this time, just so they can try and be more "Irish" than their opponents. Trouble is, most couldn't find Ireland on a map, and the real know-it-alls who think they can since they can speak a few lines of Gaelic, and because they send their daughter to "Irish dancing," wouldn't have a clue what real Irish people think. They should just call this time of the year--Shamrock Run Day to Parade Day--the dreadful two weeks you have to endure some of the biggest assholes and most shallow phonies on the planet. Such a shame, because it seems like a fun time of the year everywhere else but here.