St Patrick's Day, My Way

We decided to go daytrippin' for St. Patrick's Day. Our little band considered going to Dublin, Tx for the Irish Stew Cook-off. Then we considered going to East Texas and boarding a Paddle boat for a ride. We wanted to include wine-tasting, antiquing, and good food.

We finally settled on a drive to Grapevine for all the above. Lunch at the Grapevine Bread Company for soups and sandwiches and a salad or two. We went through several stores and finally hit the Homestead Wine Tasting Room. We ended up with a sweet red, a full tummy, and a few doo-dads that the girls picked up.

Then we were off to the Ft Worth Stockyards. We arrived in time to see the last "cattle drive" of the day. 8 or 10 rangy old longhorns being pushed along by 5 or 6 cowboys. The street was lined with kids and tourists, it was sunny and the cows ambled along while people shot a bizillion photos with their phones. Another wine-tasting room that did not impress any of us, then on to dinner.

The final dinner decision was Eno's in the Bishop Arts District with pie from Crecia's. They were having an outdoor St. Patty's Day celebration with a Texas Swing band, so we nursed our decafs along and people-watched for the rest of the evening.
By the way, the pizza was great and the pie was good. The problem with store-bought pie is that all three of us guys are married to ladies who cook some of the best pie in the world, no shortcuts on crust or fillings. So the ambiance has to make up the difference...it almost did.

So we spent the day laughing and visiting. Pointing out the absurdities of life and our place in it. We have gotten so close to this little band that we know who will like what, who will want to do what, and believe it or not we are a pretty accommodating bunch, so no whining or arguing. Just fun with people we love to spend time with. We are trying to figure out a sound system that will allow us to visit in the car since some of us are getting quieter as the years go by and we can't hear the soft-spoken like we used to. It is the accumulation of these good memories that make our lives significant. It boils down to the fact that this little "community of faith" is what will sustain us and allow us to enjoy our spot in the world.

Godspeed, I hope your St Patrick's Day was a good one. Mine was especially good.
Don