But with new friends and aquaintances over the last few years, I thought I’d give it a go.
The parade that the SLC puts on was a good start to the Irish coffee morning, but the real party started with the ‘infamous’ pub crawl through the downtown streets.
The poplar pub offered green concoctions and tasty Scotch eggs that hit the spot. I dabbled in a car bomb, which tasted like a chocolate milkshake. After that though, things went haywire.
From memories of family members recently lost to others coping with recent unemployment, the party turned into a time of friends being there for each other, holding hands, showing love and support.
On second thought, it twas a pretty good day after all.