Irish Fair
Friday evening, Sara and I went to the Irish Fair in Saint Paul for some good food, music, and general fair fun.
We wanted to meet up with a couple of friends of Sara's that were serving beer at one of the tents and hopefully hang out with them while waiting for Floggy Molly to begin playing. Unfortunately, the fair was far busier than expected, and they weren't able to talk for more than a minute or two before they had to go back to serving beer.
Sara and I hung out listening to the bands and talking. When it got cold and windy, which was unexpected given the warm weather we've been having, I bought Sara an "Irish girls rule" T-shirt to keep the evening from ending prematurely.
Before 10pm, and the Fair's close snuck up on us, we got a couple more beers, and ran into a group of Sara's friends in the beer line. We chatted for twenty or thirty minutes, and then eventually decided to head out as they were turning off the lights and clearly wanted us to leave. We called a cab, since we had taken a cab to the fair to avoid parking problems, and waited for it while watching the gridlock of cars attempting to leave. The cab ride to the fair had been only $4, but the traffic caused the return trip to be nearly $15. Significantly more than even the most expensive $10 parking space, but worth it to not have to worry about driving or dealing with the madness of the traffic.
We wanted to meet up with a couple of friends of Sara's that were serving beer at one of the tents and hopefully hang out with them while waiting for Floggy Molly to begin playing. Unfortunately, the fair was far busier than expected, and they weren't able to talk for more than a minute or two before they had to go back to serving beer.
Sara and I hung out listening to the bands and talking. When it got cold and windy, which was unexpected given the warm weather we've been having, I bought Sara an "Irish girls rule" T-shirt to keep the evening from ending prematurely.
Before 10pm, and the Fair's close snuck up on us, we got a couple more beers, and ran into a group of Sara's friends in the beer line. We chatted for twenty or thirty minutes, and then eventually decided to head out as they were turning off the lights and clearly wanted us to leave. We called a cab, since we had taken a cab to the fair to avoid parking problems, and waited for it while watching the gridlock of cars attempting to leave. The cab ride to the fair had been only $4, but the traffic caused the return trip to be nearly $15. Significantly more than even the most expensive $10 parking space, but worth it to not have to worry about driving or dealing with the madness of the traffic.
posted by Mark at 1:19 PM
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On Saturday night, I walked to the Irish pub which bills itself as the birthplace of Flogging Molly. I saw a band called the Asylum Street Spankers, who were excellent despite being not particularly Irish. I also hoisted a Guinness. Mmmmmm.
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