Not being even a wee bit O Irish that I'm aware of, I still like to celebrate the occasion and extend a very HAPPY ST. PATRICK's DAY to you all! As a kid, this day carried the most important task of wearing something green so that you wouldn't be pinched. I wonder if kids still do that? As an adult and the bit of a bore PARTY ANIMAL that I am, I already have my corned beef, cabbage and potatoes in the crockpot so they will be ready to "party" with us tonite if when I get home from work. This post will be short as I have to ransack my closet to find something green to wear (in case there are some BIG kids in my office who might pinch me.)
I would like to wish a very special Happy St. Patrick's Day to my one and only real Irish friend, Tessa of Nuts and Mutton and The First Husband who is Irish by marriage. Tessa has written of her experience meeting a Smart Mouth Broad in Florida while on vacation. I am happy to say that she was too kind and didn't even mention that I'm a weirdo. During our "bloggy friend" date, TFH asked me how we managed to pack all of our belongings on our bike trip. I explained that was a problem as I am one who likes to be prepared for every occasion. I even packed a sundress. Some might say that wasn't a very practical item of clothing for a bike trip but I wore it. So there, BIKER NAZI!
After our swim to cool our over-heated bodies in the Badlands, we were somewhat late for dinner. There was no time to take a shower and since we had been chlorinated for over an hour in the pool, MHS and I decided we would wait until after dinner to shower. On a bike trip, with limited space for luggage, one has to conserve on clean clothes. I told My Harley Stud that I didn't want to waste a pair of clean underwear just for a pre-shower dinner but I certainly didn't want to put on the dirty ones either. He suggested that I go "commando." I laughed. He dared me. Uh oh! I'm like a 10 year old boy when it comes to a dare. I don't even need the triple dog dare. I have to take it. So "commando" it was for the next few hours. We walked to dinner (a few feet away from our room) me in my sundress and nothing else and I giggled all the way there. I laughed more than usual at dinner feeling like I was doing something oh so naughty. It is very unlike me to do such a thing. Of course, I never mentioned it to The Saint and certainly not to the Biker Nazi who would have never let me live it down. And that my friends, is my TMI story for the day. Happy Saint Paddy's to ya!
And for TFH, here's a picture of what our bikes looked like all loaded down with luggage. Ours is the one in front.