what the spanish don't celebrate, we have to make up for (st. patricks day weekend)

at dinner with juaq, alone once again because emma is traveling, we are discussing weekend plans. i tell her that this weekend is st. patricks day. and she says "what are you talking about?"

"you know, irish...st. patrick...green, ummm"

she had no idea what st patricks day was! it was devestating. the only places you could find a substantial amount of green were irish pubs!

so we decided that we needed to make up for the lack of spanish celebration. home made dinner (we didnt have enough bowls, so we had to eat the soup out of measuring utensils), followed by irish car bombs. . the dinner was amazing and really made me miss making my own meals and having a kitchen around that doesnt smell like dog and rotting fruit.

so after a movie viewing from tessas computer, i got a taxi and had the most amazing taxi driver who was playing a radio station that was apparently dedicated to american folk music from the 60's and was playing bob dylan and donovan, and it couldnt have been a better ride home.