Here we are afterwards. We asked a nice guy in the audience to take our picture.
Once that was done, we felt the need to celebrate, so we headed to this Irish bar down the road from our hotel. Kari and I had beers, while Vogel picked something different...
...this HUGE Bloody Mary. Apparently, this bar is famous for them.
The fun really got started when a group of strong and attractive men sat down next to us. What made them even more attractive? They were firemen from Limerick, Ireland, in town for the parade. I mean really, Irish firemen? Swoon. (Btw, Limerick is where my dad's family is from, so that was extra cool.)
We had a lot of fun with them, especially the young guy on the right, who was their captain. (So young!) They got a kick out of the fact that we were English teachers and made us scold them in English accents. (Don't ask.) We also tried (unsuccessfully) to teach them that most women don't like the term "hooters." Oh well.
Eventually, we parted ways with the firemen. That night, we went to Chinatown for dinner, which was quite yummy. Despite some bravado earlier in the evening about getting a bit crazy, we burned out early and were asleep relatively early.
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