Carrie came home after work for a while, and I made pigs-in-a-blankets (li'l smokies wrapped in crescent rolls) for us to gnosh all up ons. Carrie then went to Steph's swing class with some of the other Bead folks whilst I stayed home.
Around 7:30 she called me and had me meet them all down at Paddy Coyne's Irish Pub, just two doors down from where I work. There were:
- Christine
- Lawrence
- Jen
- Pete
- Steph
- Carrie
- Me
And eventually Jamie joined us. Of those, both Christine & Jen are fiery redheads. Someone made the comment that redheads in an Irish pub the day before St. Patrick's day ought to get some sorta discount.
Paddy Coyne's is really cute inside, but I wasn't too terribly impressed with the food—except the fries. They have quite, quite excellent fries. It isn't really worth going there when we have the Parkway nearby, though.
When we were only about a block or so away from our house, Carrie got a flash of inspiration and insisted that we go buy a dozen Krispy Kremes and a couple of melks. Who was I to argue?
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