Saturday, March 24, 2012

No Weird Encounters Today

Compared with yesterday, today was pretty routine on the job. Before heading to work, though, I did briefly attend the first ever McLean Avenue St Patrick's Day parade, sponsored by the recently formed merchants' association. The event was well-attended, with a mix of families and revelers lining both sides of the street. I kept pace with the Yonkers Fire Department Pipe and Drum Corps while they played The Rising of the Moon, one of my favorite rebel songs. After they finished playing it, I ducked into Angelo's Pizza to grab a calzone to serve as my dinner.

After my brief attendance at the parade, I walked home and grabbed my "go bag" and laptop, and drove north. I had a brief interlude in which I stopped by the local brewery to get my growler filled (my grandmother used to tell us stories about how her parents would send her, as a child, to the local pub to get the growler filled with beer to accompany the evening meal- could you imagine sending a kid to a bar for beer takeout these days?). As soon as I get home, I'll have a nice fat pint of Kölsch when I get home.

It's funny, now that I'm done with my volunteer gig until October, how much free time I have on Saturdays... still not enough to catch local parades and get soused afterwards, though.

6 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I ducked into Angelo's Pizza to grab a calzone

I don't think I've had a calzone since I left NYC.

*sniff*
~

Smut Clyde said...

In upside-downy news, a NZ beer retailer has applied to copyright the term "growler". Ridicule and hilarity are ensuring.
http://www.soba.org.nz/campaigns/what-is-a-growler

Smut Clyde said...

I ducked into Angelo's Pizza to grab a calzone

Can they do a calztwo for a couple? AFAF.

Laura said...

I'll have a calzone with you but, not a beer.
Gawd, I HATE beer!!! Blah!

It sounds like you had a fun Saturday. :)

((Hugs))
Laura

M. Bouffant said...

could you imagine sending a kid to a bar for beer takeout these days?

Saw ten-yr. olds buying litres or whatever of booze (I hope for their parents) in Paris all the time.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

After I started driving, my dad would send me to the liquor store for his beer all the time. The owners were parents of one of my friends, and knew I was buying for my dad.

We NEVER abused this privilege. Not once. Nope. The thought never even entertained the possibility of beginning to cross my mind.