Let’s just say that, after a week on the road with this pair, I’ve got like 700 abs now instead of one.
O! The Chik-fil-A! The waffle fries! The chips and peanuts and choco bites and whatEVER! At this point, I’m counting batter-dipped onion rings as a vegetable. Those boys eat like food is going out of style. I did my best to keep up, needless to say, but these people are professionals.
I had every intention of live-blogging my Spring Break ’08 travels this past week, but I managed to leave at home the AnnCam cord. What’s a postcard without a picture, right?
So, we’ll begin with:
The Sartorialist: Norfolk Saint Patrick’s Day Parade 2008 Edition
My sister Buffy told me about six times that Norfolk’s Saint Patrick’s Day parade is the third largest on the east coast. What she neglected to mention is that THIS parade features the actual, real Saint Patrick, right there marching down the street:
Here St. Patrick and his frat brother St. Francis (whose big gig is the Blessing of the Beasts in October) discuss how to get to the afterparty at the Knights of Columbus lodge.
Look! It’s those wig-girls again! We were at mile marker 2 on this parade, so the Irish step dancing was a sort of lethargic hop-hop-twiggle-your-toes-then-limp situation. Felt kind of sorry for them, really. The sequin load on these girls was severe.
Hazmat suit fun with a cheerful bomb-sniffin’ hound. Sign of the times! Seriously, I have no idea what this pair was up to. But at least they’d got the memo.
And yes, the senator from Illinois’s Irish heritage was celebrated.
A lot of hats, a lot of beads (some suspiciously looking like Mardi Gras leftovers, I am just saying), and more green blazers than the 19th hole at Augusta National. I was glad I had my moss green Fleece Artist Merino 2/6 with me so that I wouldn’t get pinched.
PS Next up: Colonial Splendor