May you get to heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead
Observations from the Pittsburgh Irish Festival this weekend:- Tommy Makem on audience participation: "Don't ever let it be said that your mother married a gipper. Really tear into it and sing this the way it's supposed to be sung."
- Green scrunchies and fried oreos for sale
- The Steelers game on TV next to the cultural stage
- Guy in a utilikilt drinking a latte
- Michael Murphy and the Shannon River Band: excellent. Bluegrassy, Phishy jaunts and some traditionals with tongue-twisting lyrics: Mary Mac's mother's making Mary Mac marry me
My mother's making me marry Mary Mac
And I'm going to marry Mary
To get married and take care of me
We'll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mac
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I'm leaving a link to my blog, but let me preface it with this : I know the 'girl' part of the name is lame. I wanted just 'dc', but apparently that's too short, and I was not patient enough to think of something better.