Whenever you are in ANY country outside of Ireland on easily one of my favourite days of the calendar year, you really don’t know how the locals are going to celebrate – whether they will just go hard for the sake of having an excuse to do so, or if they will embrace the true Celtic spirit of the day and drown themselves in a sea of shamrock green!
I can officially say that Vancouver goes all out and put on a show yesterday (at least inside the pub I was in) easily equal to that I experienced in Dublin a few years ago. After a brief lineup outside Doolin’s on Granville at 1pm (easily the only time of year that happens), I made it inside where I met up with Jordan and Wes who had found a spot at the back of the pub. By chance, another of our friends, Nelson, had a sweet table position at the very front of the bar and he grabbed me as I was waking around looking for Jordan. So without hesitation we moved to the front, closer to the live Celtic music, the dancers and of course the better “eye candy”, and didn’t look back for the rest of the afternoon.
Still not sure how he did it considering the mammoth lineup, but Ry made it in to join us around 2:30pm and pitched in on the ensuing madness! We met some great people around us in all directions and I even managed to sneak into a few photos with some of the gang we mixed with.
There’s no point giving a blow-by-blow account of the rest of the afternoon/evening other than to report that we did eventually make a move to the Roxy later in the night to catch up with Cassie and her flatmate. It was probably a good move for us cause we were able to chill in the back lounge and unwind after a pretty crazy afternoon!
St Patrick’s Day 2006… a craic – to be sure, to be sure.