St. Patrick's Day

I agree with my friend Erika's assessment that the St. Patrick's Day Parade is New York's finest, and not just because it honors New York's Bravest, although that was a pleasant eye candy feast. There are also bagpipes, which I love! I stupidly trekked around the snowy city in high heeled boots because I didn't want to be caught wearing galoshes in the pubs around town. Luckily Ronit was there to steady my steps. After watching the parade for a couple hours we decided it was time to quench our thirst and join the revelry. In the first pub we met some British "Bobbies", one of whose hats I am sporting here:

Supposedly they wear them this low over their eyes...I'm not sure how they even see!

The rest of the day was spent flitting from pub to pub, with a brief recovery period at Ronit's apartment, where we hosted some friends and ate lots of potatoes, which was the only Irish food Ronit could think of to tell her roommate to buy. She's obviously never been to Ireland! Not that I'd have bought the black pudding either...