This past weekend was busy, busy, busy! I have friends who have an Irish rock band, so the evenings around St. Patrick’s Day are usually jam-packed. Additionally, my birthday was Saturday, and that added to the social whirlwind!
On Friday, it warmed up enough that I briefly retired the brown down and snow boots and wore a trench and my Frye engineer boots instead.
Ignore the snow- spring is coming!
I’m so looking forward to all that snow being out of the picture and watching that sad and barren rose bush come back to life!
Cyser and cider
Later that night I met up with some friends for dinner and drinks before heading out to see the band play.
Sad about some disappointing manchego
I’ve been trying to add a little more variety to my accessories, because I do dress somewhat plainly. The scarf is a relatively new purchase. I’ve resisted scarves because they just seem so fussy. I told my friend on Friday that “I don’t really know how to scarf.” This one has some of my favorite colors and it’s a nice way to add some seasonal green for St. Pat’s, but not look like a leprechaun. And yes, that’s really the only decent picture I have of myself from that night. (I really need to get better at that.)
On Saturday, I met a friend for lunch in Ann Arbor at the wonderful Zingerman’s Delicatessan. Zingerman’s happened to open on my 11th birthday, so I say it’s the best birthday present I ever got!
#23 Mary’s Commute with both an old and a new pickle and a slice of hummingbird cake
I always order the same sandwich at Zingerman’s, the Mary’s Commute. It’s chicken salad, made with hand torn Amish chicken, just the right amount of onion and mayo, and applewood smoked bacon on challah. I would marry that sandwich if it wasn’t against the laws of man and nature! I’m faithful to my sandwich, but not my pickle so when asked “Old or new pickle?” I always answer, with a sheepish, “Can I get both?” New pickles are crisper and more cucumber-y. Old pickles are complex, briny and garlicky.
And because it was my birthday, I got a piece of hummingbird cake!
The hill is starting to wear green, too!
I slipped and fell while dancing on Friday night, and turned my ankle pretty badly. So not only was I sticking with running shoes, but I was trying to keep my weight off my foot. I was registered for a 5K on Sunday, but clearly that wasn’t going to happen. I wore this pretty, but not really seasonally appropriate shirt to lunch, to church, to a St. Patrick’s Day party at the church, then to the Gaelic League in Detroit for drinks and music.
The Sunday before St. Patrick’s Day is the date of the annual Detroit St. Patrick’s Day Parade, or as it’s better known in Corktown, “Parade Day.” Corktown is Detroit’s oldest neighborhood and is named after County Cork, where most of the settling residents originated from. It’s one of several renaissance areas in Detroit and is home to many cool bars and restaurants.
Awesome Irish rock band, Bill Grogan’s Goat
I spent most of the day parked in front of this stage at PJ’s Lager House. PJ’s is one of my favorite places to see live, local music. Besides being a genuine rock club, they have a great staff (fantastic sound engineer), and on Saturdays and Sundays serves up one of the best vegan brunches in the area. On Parade Day, though, it’s a “limited menu, limited bar, cash only” kind of day.
We also went to the first distillery to open in Detroit since Prohibition, Two James Spirits. Had some lovely bourbon, met some lovely young men. When one of them identified his hat as celebrating the “Oregon State Beavers” I had to have a picture taken in it.
But really, GO DUCKS!
That lovely cheetah-print top is actually a CuddlDuds thermal shirt. It was 28 degrees on Sunday and I paired my All Ireland kilt with long underwear and wool socks, because that’s how I do Parade Day.
So, so tired
Today, I am dealing with the after effects of three straight days of celebrating, so my St. Patrick’s Day evening is going to be spent doing laundry in my pajamas. But today I wore my gorgeous scarf with all black.
How did you do your green today?