We got our Irish going in that grand old German city by the lake which is surprisingly Irish after all.
We were shocked by a huge gas gouge on the way up, $4 everywhere.
Parked by the Hilton and enjoyed the hour and a half parade. I don't think there could be anymore kilted bagpipe bands and bouncing hair straight arm dancers going down the street. And then, that Wacky Wheel leprechaun.
Checked into the Hilton and rested a bit watching that close UNC-NCSU semifinal game. Kelly got our room for $45. That's good even for a Motel 6 these days.
Took the bus over to the Irish Cultural Center in an old church just west of the Marquette University campus. $2 to get in and more hair bouncing on the main stage. Saw two Irish bands in two different rooms and had two-three beers or four-five and corned beef sandwiches.
The last one closed with that wacky "Scotsman" song.
Back to the Hilton for more drinks at its Miller Time Pub.
B-Gosh and B'Goraa. "Lad, I Don't Know Where Yer Been, But I See Ye Won First Prize." --RoadDog
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