I spent St. Patrick's Day in Kansas City in 2007. It fell on a Saturday, which means that everybody else was able to enjoy it too.

	I met Geoff and others at Bulldog, where I got beer all over my facial hair.
	Geoff ate green pancakes. I was not amused.
	People love Guinness.
	We left the bar and made for the east edge of Penn Valley Park, where the parade floats were gathering. Jason and Jason showed their spirit, in their own way.
	People worked frantically to complete their floats.
	The Link, between Union Station and Crown Center, was weighing down with people.
	Matt found an attractive hat!
	While waiting to use the provided restrooms, Jason and Geoff harassed a representative of the KCFD.
	A drum-type marching band got everybody's parade juices flowing as they moved into place.
	Float
	We were on our way. I kicked things off by walking on my incredibly strong hands.
	Grand was quite the crowd spot.
	Here I am, as if I'm running for Mayor.
	Grand looks really excellent for parades.
	The looks on the people's faces are priceless.
	Mayoral candidate Mark Funkhouser had the huevos to March in the parade. I salute him and his huevos.
	What a goof.
	Josh and Callie joined us at JP Winebar.
	I wear glasses well. I probably need some anyway.
	Becca got on my leg.
	Josh looks like a bartender.
	Unlimited use!
	Matt joined us, and ogled the ladies and pies.
	Josh and Callie lodged themselves into a small space completely within the field of view of my camera.
	Callie and Josh, and so on and so on.
	We relocated to Harry's Country Club.
	The sun exploded outside.
	Orders were taken.
	I stretched out Rebecca's bike gloves.
	Random people, such as I photograph with the help of liquid courage.
	Nick knocked me back.
	Becca drank water the whole time. I don't know what had gotten into her.
	Note to self: when going to the restroom, don't leave the camera unattended.
	Nick and Josh take advantage of my absence.
	And again.
	Sigh.
	Dammit guys!
	The capital of Mongolia is Ulan Bator.
	They wouldn't lay off. Or I wouldn't lay off. One of the two.
	But we got along.
	Sarah joined us and persuaded us to follow her to Matt's place.
	Becca stood resolute, despite Josh's pleas.
	Becca lifts an entire bicycle.
	I don't like having my soul stolen.
	This is the view from Matt's place.
	Becca and Josh got comfortable.
	More window view.
	Chris and I joined hands and took the bus to the Brick, where we met up with Geoff, Erp, Joel, and Carlye. Joel and Carlye then gave everyone a ride to Westport.
	Luckily, inebriated Geoff persuaded us to go into Dave's Stagecoach, instead of heading into Westport proper. This completely wasted dude was smacking the hell of this beer-soaked tarp. Sigh. He came with us when we left.
	Geoff wasn't helpful.
	The rest of the folks there trafficked happily to and from the rest room.
	We went to a bunch of bars after that, but ended up at the Lava Room.
	Geoff had no trouble getting served, despite being cut off at numerous previous places.
	The couch area at the Lava Room.
	Geoff commandeered the camera, and blocked the flash with his thumb.
	Erp got with the peoples.
	Erp and I were by far the soberest in our group.
	Geoff found his way home somehow.