... and I am just now blogging about it!
Have you ever seen the pie chart of a procrastinator? That's me.
St. Patrick's Day in San Antonio is sad - is neglected - is lame - is uncelebrated. There just aren't enough Irish in these here parts. But coming from St. Louis, where it is a much celebrated holiday (complete with a parade, 5k fun run, pub crawls, free concerts, and on and on and on) I get a little home sick on St. Patrick's Day. This year, I had my own party. The Bedheads came over. Simon was here. Who is Simon? Simon is our friend from St. Louis who moved to Massachusetts around the same time we moved to Texas and now he is living with us until he gets a job to start anew in Texas, where snow is rare and steak is, well, I like it rare.
As you know, St. Paddy's was on Tuesday and (what you may not know) I teach at the Yoga Studio on Tuesday nights so we celebrated on Sunday after church. The Bedhead's came over and we had Shepherd's Pie and Guinness. I tried to make St. Louis Gooey Butter Cake but it flopped. We still had fun - it just required fewer calories.