|at 9 am|
Here is the 9am video,
HERE IS the significantly different noon video.
at 12 noon, aggieville was a wee bit busier:
|i wonder what the balls were for...|
|we totally own this alley|
|Manhattan Mercury Reporter Prepares to Brave |
the O'Mally's Crowd
|riley the guarddog at sisters of sound|
OK I'm going in again at end of light to take in some music hopefully;
the scene was pretty similar from 5-6 as it was at noon.
I saw some young women, here and there, alone, dressed up quite a bit, leaving aggieville a wee bit tired in their heels, clutching their purses, heading for home, TV, and pizza. Having hoped for something really good to happen (meet the one of their dreams perchance?), the hours went by with no nibbles and the time and money and hope invested went unrewarded.
Some students said that last year's "Senior Day" along with the BB tournament created the perfect storm for a 2010 packed house and wild ride...not so this year.
Fake Patty's Day, in the end, seemed to be a lot of people acting either extremely happy, hopeful, or nonchalant as they wandered about exhibiting a subconcious desire for a meaningful experience (or perhaps the ultimate high...).
My impression, as i left to pursue activities more to my current nature:
appearances of hilarious gaiety--Pilgrim's Progress-- but
there was actually plenty of self-conciousness and no reward. except for those who were actually Irish...[or perhaps for the fun alcoholic who now has a great cover for a day]...from theManhattan Mercury Sunday morning: "I can be drunk here at 8 am and not be judged." said Wichita resident Bryn C....
was a pleasant yawn; 'no matter how cynical i am i keep falling behind'....
"As a boy of fourteen or so, he was captured during a raiding party and taken to Ireland as a slave to herd
and tend sheep. Ireland at this time was a land of Druids and pagans. He learned the language and practices of the people who held him. "
St. Patrick's Blessing:
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.