Just back from my St. Patrick's Day festivities. Some good times.
I met up with a few friends for drinking at the Billy Bishop Legion. This is one of my favourite legions because it's haunted. One of the paintings was never finished; the artist went to war and died in combat. Apparently the area around the painting gets cold drafts, even though there's no possible way that one corner could. There are also reports of footsteps in the upstairs when no one is there. These are the stories I enjoy.
So, we got to the Legion at different times and I was able to sign in my friends, as I'm a card-carrying Legion member. One got the baron of beef dinner and the rest of us got beer or Irish whisky. We wound up drinking an additional 3 pitchers between the 4 of us (3 girls and a boy) and sat back and chatted. There was an ancient lady playing the piano and she went hard for 3 solid hours, playing all sorts of pub songs, many of which I didn't know. My Newfie friend did, and requested a favourite song. The piano player didn't play it for quite a while, but when she did a man sang along, looking intently at our table as he sang. It was so awesome.
People often laugh or scoff when I say I have a Legion membership. But, seriously, how can I NOT have a Legion membership when there's so much to absorb from the regulars? They've got great stories and are so real. There were ladies singing along and dancing. When would you get to experience that anywhere else? Jugs were a modest $13 and they've got jars of pickled things on the bar. I love the Legion.
And any reason to avoid the regular St. Paddy's Day insanity is a welcome one. There's something comforting about being the only people under 50.
Despite this hard living, I've got a 7am workout appointment to keep. Ugh.
Currently listening :
Rocky Dennis
By Jens Lekman
Release date: 06 April, 2004
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