(pictured from L to R: Marcia, Anthony, Mary Alice, Danny, me, and Carol.)
As you may already know (or are about to find out), one of my families is the Kansas City Irish Fest family. It started with my best friend and I attending the first annual Irish Fest during what felt like a monsoon. Thanks to the people there, it was way more fun than it should have been, and continues to be so almost ten years later.
Naturally, being part of an Irish organization, the Irish Fest family always has an entry in the St. Patrick's Day parade. In past years, the weather has been kind, sunny, even balmy. Alas, not this year. The temp hovered between 33°F and 40°F and alternated between raining, snowing, and sleeting. (Seeing the forecast, I dressed for a day in the snow, and survived.) My fellow Festers and I did a lot of shivering, and a whole lot of laughing. It was way more fun than it should have been. But it usually is.
Work just doesn't seem like work when shared with friends you love, who love you back.
Thanks for reading!
p.s. Thanks to Bundy for taking the photo, and Mary Alice for sharing it!
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