I took the chitlens down to Irish Fest. I easily happened upon street parking not far from the main gate and then we got in for free (had no idea it was free prior to 5pm). Without much planning we managed to see Scarlet's buddy, Elizabeth, back stage prior to her Irish Dance performance and then we were able to see E. perform with zero obstruction (it was packed and Liam wanted to dance and run free out of my arms). The kids happily played in the KidZone in the water area and on the playground. My dad randomly spotted Liam in the water area as he was walking by (you can't miss that little old man toddler with long locks! But peeps--there were thousands of people at this fest and my dad just happened to be walking by and spotted his only grandson frolicking in the water--crazy). My phone was dead so I wrote off trying to meet up with anyone...yet many things seemed to fall into place.
Universe-are you telling me I still have some Irish luck left in this life?
Worst Part of the Day-
Will-O and I had a blow out when I arrived home from Irish Fest. Another argument over misinterpretation. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. To say the least it took the wind out of my sails and snuffed out my spark to go back down to Irish Fest to meet up with peeps and have a well-deserved beer (or do whiskey shots until I cry and then sing songs about deceased pals) in honor of my heritage.
I guess the stupid/silly fight does validate my question of Am I doing the right thing? It still bites.
Happy B-day to Cousin KEG!!! (Wish we were partying with you in Denver...)
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