The (Much Anticipated) St. Patrick's Day Post

This was pretty much the scene this morning.
Lots of green mingling.

And then there was this little puppy. My heart melted. It wouldn't look at me directly. Which was probably a good idea seeing as if it had, it may not have seen its owner again.

More of the St. Patrick's Day Parade Crowd. Folding chairs. Police barricades.

And then there was another one! Notice the death grip the owner had on him. That was the only reason I didn't snap him up.

Oh! He's looking for me! I'm here boo! Over here!

And this little dachshund was totally hamming it up for the camera. He caught on to the fact that I kept snapping shots and decided to pose.

And this baby was beautiful. I have a thing for bigger dogs, so we bonded right away. Again-notice the death grip. Dramatic sigh.

And would you check out this little girl? One arm leisurely slung over the side of the wagon, very casual, very chill. Hmm-it reminds me of my own time spent in a wagon as a little girl. Marisa and I (and sometimes the boys) would pile into the wagon some evenings and my daddy would run us up and down the sidewalk. We would inevitably tip over and if you were to drive by at that exact moment, you would see the very unsettling picture of a father quickly fleeing his darling daughters strewn across the sidewalk. Sure there may have been some bruises and scrapes and minor head trauma, but that didn't stop us from jumping up and right back into that wagon for another ride. Oh and Mom, if you didn't know that was going on, now you do.

And the parade began.

There were bands.

There were kilts and bagpipes. In abundance.

And there were Irish people. I suppose important Irish people. The Irish elite of Savannah maybe.

Ahhh...more wagons. Those were GOOD times. Kids should spend more time tipping over in wagons. It's great fun.

Would you look at that! Another dog. And an Irish setter too. How fitting.

Now I know that you may have been expecting more pictures of the actual goings-on with the parade and such, but truth be told, I have been spoiled by Mardi Gras, and the parade did not hold my attention for much more than 3 minutes because there was such an overwhelming lack of flashy, gaudy trinkets being thrown at my head. So I found other things much more interesting. Like dogs for example because I'm sure you didn't notice that I took more pictures of them than anything else. But seriously, no offense to parade participators, but the bands really couldn't hold a candle to high school bands from New Orleans. Neither could the floats.

Please forgive me for being such a New Orleans snob.

Thank you,

Arielle

P.S. I was going to go down to River Street to be witness and documenter of the drunken craziness, but I decided to go to the park because the sun finally emerged! Although I could not completely relax because of my acute paranoia brought on by finding a black grub burrowing in my blanket. The breeze blowing bits of grass and leaves on me did not help the situation. And then I stayed in for the rest of the evening. Because I'm social like that.