Being partially Irish (Grandma's name was Conners after all), I feel obliged to post a short note about our day and evening. Having spent the day on Friday learning to ski (don't worry, a descriptive post about this will be forthcoming), I rolled out of bed, sore to the bone, to spend the day with my fiancee and our dog Maggie. Liz set us up to be part of one of the largest St. Patrick's day parades in the country! Maggie and 19 other greyhounds, all rescues from the track, walked down revelers who were already more drunk than I even plan on being at all this evening. Walking down the street, we realised that this was the place for us - but after a well deserved nap.
We are up from the nap and are on our way out. We are sporting our green, and are ready to go to what I am sure is the least authentic Irish pub in all of Denver - there won't be nearly enough 80's music to make it like the real thing.
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My parents has a saying that they always used when something was extraordinarily awesome... It was "That's living"!!! It must have come from a movie or tv show but they would always laugh when they said it.Probably an inside joke between them. Anyway "The Palms" That's living!!!! mom
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