Last year they returned (I missed them), so this year I was determined NOT to miss them again. I tried to time the pub visit perfectly, but the parade got out early, and we were in the midst of one of the worst snow squalls we'd seen in weeks.
This year I hauled along another pal, Jess, and we went to the pub with few expectations but high hopes. We sat away from the crowd in the bar. Unbeknownst to me, though, the crowd in the corner was actually the Catamount Pipe Band, finishing up their dinner and getting ready to head out into the storm.
I quickly shot a text to Sally, who jumped in her SUV and hauled ass to the pub. Meanwhile, the band was preparing to leave. I walked over and begged them, "Oh, PLEASE stay another five minutes! My friend saw you here two years ago, and she's on her way. She's at the light down the street. PLEASE! She's Irish and everything!!!!!"
Yes, I have zero pride when it comes to hanging out with bagpipers in an Irish pub.
Bless them all, they stayed, waited for Sally, and played her a tune. Shortly after the band hit the road, the snow abated, at least where we were. I hope they all got back to Montpelier safe and sound. Next year, though, I might just go camp out at the pub and wait for them. I don't want to miss a second of the fun, especially since I discovered that my favorite barkeep Jarvis (well, okay, he's tied for my favorite with Paula, Michael Anne, and Brian) taught himself how to Irish step-dance.
It doesn't get any better than this. Happy St. Paddy's Day, all!
