Today we went to the Minnesota Irish Fair on Harriet Island.
That was a good time. Lots of shops, lots of Irish food, lots of people to watch. An extrovert's dream. We drank some of this:
I was impressed with this company because they donate 100% of their profit to needy children and charities like that, plus it's a pretty decent ale. I know, right?
We found our family tartan, and I was happy that is was not yellow or orange, but a nice green with a red stripe--not loud, but not ugly either. To tell the truth, some of the kilts at the fair--and there were a LOT of them--were a little scary. Some scary tartan-wise and some scary length-wise. There were tons of babies, and tons of dogs, most of them friendly, with the exception of the pitbull owned by the tattooed orange mohawk guy that came after me and barked. The dog, not the mohawk guy.
All in all an excellent day. Definitely will be there next year.