Two years ago I wrote a post entitled: St. Paddy and the Invention Convention. It’s that time of year again and we were nearly able to combine the two events.
Last year I took Poppy to O’Malley’s in Shanghai for an Irish breakfast. This year Mr. Understanding and I took the kids back, with Bea Long and her things, for dinner. We were kitted out with care package booty supplied by Boston Bean : Celtics t-shirts and hats, shamrock necklaces, and green beer goggles. Alas, the musicians, excellent all of them, spent more time drinking Guinness than playing. The party was just getting started as we were leaving.
This morning was our final Invention Convention. Thing 3’s invention was “The Pants Police”, a little devil of an invention dedicated to her parents and her brother. To prevent sagging pants, the wearer is “suited up” (I am still chuckling at the phrase) with a device that will shock (literally) the wearer if the pants belt line slips more than a certain number of inches below the boxer line. “Sag no more!” is the tag line. Thing 3 rigged the device herself, consisting of a pack of joke Wrigley’s chewing gum, to a pair of pants with a thread, needle and rubber band. Genius, is all I can say.
Question of the Day: Do you have a favorite Irish pub/bar? Mine is McNally’s on College Avenue in Oakland, California – they make a divine Irish coffee, although admittedly not as good as Poppy’s.
MANY THANKS TO BOSTON BEAN FOR THE ST. PADDY’S DAY FASHIONS!!!