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ap_aelfwineWell, the coffeeshop gig is done. They've actually got a beer-and-wine license as well, now, although it's only bottles. Didn't make much money, but we did at least get a black-and-tan each out of it.
I'm wearing a jacket and tie, mostly cos I've got no longsleeved shirts that are green and figured that a Book of Kells tie, Donegal tweed jacket (handmedown from my Da) and cúpla focal pin were the only way of making up for it. Not used to dressing that way, really.
ETA: Any St. Patrick's Day with two gigs and not a single request for That Bloody Song from the Depths of Hades AKA "Danny Boy" is a pretty good St. Patrick's Day.
ETA 2: But not as good as a St. Patrick's Day wherein a beautiful woman requests The High Part of the Road/The Cliffs of Moher/The Mug of Brown Ale, then requests "Fear a' Bháta," then requests my phone number. (Not that it's ever happened, but I can dream, can't I?)
I'm wearing a jacket and tie, mostly cos I've got no longsleeved shirts that are green and figured that a Book of Kells tie, Donegal tweed jacket (handmedown from my Da) and cúpla focal pin were the only way of making up for it. Not used to dressing that way, really.
ETA: Any St. Patrick's Day with two gigs and not a single request for That Bloody Song from the Depths of Hades AKA "Danny Boy" is a pretty good St. Patrick's Day.
ETA 2: But not as good as a St. Patrick's Day wherein a beautiful woman requests The High Part of the Road/The Cliffs of Moher/The Mug of Brown Ale, then requests "Fear a' Bháta," then requests my phone number. (Not that it's ever happened, but I can dream, can't I?)
