|Gadsby's Tavern (Source)|
(For those wishing to expectorate towards D.C. please do so now.)
Now truth be told I love that area of the country. Probably because I don't have to work there and deal with the traffic. But in my estimation it is a fine place to visit. Lots to see and plenty of excellent places to eat. (In D.C. and the surrounding countryside).
Now as anyone who has ever lived in or near a large city knows, one learns about those times of day (or year) when it's not a smart thing to do to perhaps travel in certain areas. Due to traffic and other hazards to navigation.
Alexandria has their annual St. Patrick's Day parade every year on the first Saturday in March. Why? I don't know. Believe me, I performed a cursory search of mankind's largest repository of information (the Internet) and could not find the reason. Then it struck me, I don't really care why theirs is the earliest. It just is. I'm sure they have an excellent reason for having their celebration on the first Saturday in March as opposed to having it closer to the actual day, which is (as far as this old Franco-Scots-Englishman knows) on the 17th of March. Said date being the day which St. Patrick did die, round about the year 461 AD. Yes, that's right, AD, Anno Domini, not that "Common Era" bull shite. (Pardon my French.)
We were in Alexandria and had a raging desire to have lunch at Gadsby's Tavern, which I kept referring to as "Gadsden's Tavern." No doubt a sign of either my weariness from the travel of the day prior or perhaps a sign of my advancing senility. Take your pick.
|Gadsden Flag (Source)|
Oh yes, we wanted to do lunch at Gadsby's Tavern which is on the north side of King Street (kind of the main drag of Old Town Alexandria). We were on the south side of King Street at The Nuke's residence. Between me and the best French Dip and porter on the planet was a parade. As you might imagine, King Street was closed to through traffic (vehicular at any rate) and the south side of town was rather inundated with people looking to find a place to park near the parade route.
|The Best Porter on the planet. (YMMV)|
When we got to King Street we saw the parade, the route itself was mobbed. Folks were standing along the street 3 and 4 deep in spots. We had to get across the street. Through two lines of spectators and the parade itself.
Just when we thought we'd found a gap in the proceedings, these guys showed up...
|Different parade but the weather was similar on the 4th of March. (Source)|
So we waited. I felt rather like a character in a movie. I had no interest in the parade (though the Shriners were pretty awesome), I just wanted to get across the street. Somehow it reminded me of the final bar shoot out in State of Grace. These guys are getting shot up while the St. Patrick's Day parade is going on outside.
Yeah, it was just like that. Only without the bar shootout and it wasn't in New York.
We finally got to break through the crowd on the south side of King, crossed the road in a gap between parade participants, and then through the crowd on the north side of King. We got a few angry gazes cast our way. But I didn't care, I felt like I was in a movie, I could almost hear The Dropkick Murphys playing in the background.
Yes, I have rather a wild imagination, it gets me through life and spices things up.
Then there's this, apropos of nothing really. But I was reminded of it, crossing King Street in Old Town Alexandria.
Except no one called me "bro," no one said anything in a Boston accent, and no one got shot in the head.
But I could hear The Dropkick Murphys, if only in my head.