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Okay, here’s TAKE 2 of the entry. With an aging brain like mine, it’s an amazement if I can remember ‘anything’ of yesterday. Since this entry should have been done days and days ago, my memory is blank with what I had written then. That said, today’s entry would be entirely of different thought content.

Last Saturday, March 15th, Mr. Wonderful and I went to his sister’s annual St. Patrick’s Day Party around 7ish p.m.. It was a party not to be missed. There’s always good food and great drinks. Mind you, I do not drink. I’m not a prude, religious, or sanctimonious about drinks. Plain and simple, I’m allergic to alcohol.

So back to the St. Pats’ subject. The guests at my SIL’s party comprised of mostly her and her husband’s friends and co-workers. There’s one guest (an attorney by day and a wild & crazy kind of guy at parties) that, if present, always guaranteed a wild and crazy party. Alas, he wasn’t there at this party. His wife, a wonderful chef of her own right, wasn’t there either. So, food fare was lacking of her scrumptious dishes. She would have brought  corned beef and cabbage. However, someone did bring that dish, which is a must for any respectable Irish party. One guest brought my favorite dish, Whiskey-soaked pudding bread. Last year, I got drunk and broke into HIVES for eating too much of it.

With the wild-and-crazy guy not showing up, there were interesting guests that DID show up. From the youngest of 14-months old to the oldest of 90’s old. In fact, there were 2 fun loving mature guests (one was the 90’s yo and the other was in her 80’s) who knew to keep up with the rest of the boomer-aged guests and some young adult-aged ones. There was one guest who brought his guitar so he could entertain the party-goers with live music. His music genre mostly revolved around Jimmy Buffet-type of music. Passable, but I wanted hard rock, or anything that would make me dance.

 Guest with Guitar  14-Month Old Partygoer 

After spending 3 hours at the party, the 14-month old baby, who was the main interest of the party since he was running around and dancing, had to leave. His young adult parents had tired of the boomers’ party and wanted to go where there was a REAL party going on. Once the baby left, the live music stopped and the atmosphere went from lively to BORING . That’s my description of what a party without lively music and dancing is like. Plus, the fact that Mr. Wonderful has been all smiles and been seen constantly with a shot glass filled with something. I thought it was time to part him from that shot glass. And so we left at 11:30 p.m.

Till next St. Patrick’s Day Party……hopefully, My Precious (my son) would be there as he opted out this year.

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