St. Paddy's Day

Sometimes you want to go,
Where everybody knows your name...
And they're always glad you ca-a-ame...

Okay, fine, so it wasn't Cheers that we went to. But it was a neighborhood bar. It was an Irish Bar, and it was the perfect place to sit, listen to the fiddle and have a Guinness for our last St. Patrick's day in Seattle. EVERYONE is Irish on St. Paddy's day. Even us.

Things I'll miss about Seattle:

• old neighborhood bars with heavy shiny wooden counters & brick walls
• starving artist/musicians playing on the curb with open cases for money

Things I won't miss about Seattle:

• being the only 2 minorities in a room out of 100+ people!