St. Patricks Day

Yesterday was St. Patrick's Day. Last night I spent most of the night drinking and laughing with my mother, brother, Michael and then my Dads best friend and his wife and their son (aka Uncle Tic, Aunt Vonda and my cousin Andy). A good time was had by all and Tic bought a beer and left it on the bar for Dad. I drank a green Stella in honor of my pops.

The night before was not as good. Michael and I had a date night and I ended up crying into my abita purple haze beer because we were at theYardhouse and that reminded me of all the times I went there with my mom and dad, everything was reminding me of him that day. Michael scooted into my side of the booth and put his arm around me, offered me his hankie and everything seemed a little better.