First, many of you are asking what I plan to do about the parking space debacle that I blogged about last week. Yes, I have a sneaky little plan but the rain and general laziness on my part, not to mention the four houseguests I have staying with me right now, have been foiling my ability to get out of the house and get anything accomplished.
I was hoping to have it finished before Smarta returned from vacation-- you know, to surprise her and suck up a little-- alas, no such luck. Check back after we've had a few dry days and I will display my vandalism and defacement skills for all to see.
Second, St. Patty's Day at Hayden's was a complete flop. Not that I really thought any of you would follow me down the I-5 corridor, but if you managed to make it down there, please accept my apologies.
Normally, they throw a huge weekend-long party complete with a gigantic outdoor tent, green beer, live music, crab feed, party favors and everything. But this year, I was disappointed with the general set-up. Most importantly, the band was back in the banquet room and not in the bar, which, in my not very humble opinion, was totally lame. It was filled with these long, boring tables filled with boring people who seemed to be more into actual dining than watching two bald guys (one wearing a kilt) jam out some Irish drinking tunes.
I ended up hanging out in the bar where the servers were flustered, the music was off and there was nary a green beer in sight.
Sidenote: the decision to not have green beer was probably a very smart one, as green beer is made with green food coloring which, if you have actually used before, does not easily come off of fingers, bar towels, bar stools, or faces. (When the bartender has green-tinted lips and green smudges around her face, that's not always a good sign. Not that I resemble that remark at all.)
So anyway, lame night in the burbs. I should have actually posted this yesterday, but I was a wee bit hungover, as you can probably tell from the picture above, which is what our table looked like. Maybe it was just the fact that a Monday night is a lame night for St. Patricks Day. Thanks, Hayden's, for making it even lamer.
But, Hayden's, you know I'll be back because A) I live within stumbling distance and B) Tim and Jim are still the best local band in Portland and I will forever follow (stalk) them wherever they may play. So please, dear Hayden's, let's forget our soiled past and this lame St. Patty's Day and move forward, looking ahead to a bright future. I am happy to give my advice for any future parties you may like to throw. You obviously need help in the planning and execution department. (Wow, that came across as really bitchy when I was actually trying to be funny. Oh well.)
