Brennan's
St. Paddy’s Day usually presents itself as an opportunity to connect with Irish roots, as opposed to dark roots, in a loud and liquor filled place. All good and all done many times before.
Yesterday my procrastination got the better of me and I was working feverishly on a story about Lennie Gallant, OK maybe just working would be accurate. The deadline was midnight – no article, no party.
I missed the Richard Wood and Robert Arsenault performance at Brennan’s at 4 pm since my friends called me when it was over. That would have been sweet.
Kier Kenny created the event on Facebook but neglected to invite anyone except Trudi. I’m trying to date a clairvoyant so I can know when they are doing fun and imaginative things at Brennan’s.
Just as my story was done, Pierre Bujold called and wanted to go to Churchill Arms. So off we went for a few brews. Joining us was Dave Prendergast back from Halifax and a whole cast of characters from the pub like Richard Kurial and…well we won’t report names.
We had the bubbly Irish music. People were dancing up near the smoking door and of course the Guinness flowed freely.
We talked art and music and no politics. For the first time in years I remember what happened.
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