St. Patrick's Day

What do you call someone who gets up at 3:45 a.m. to drive over to Dayton, Ohio to play a St. Pat's gig in a bar with hundreds of crazy people who got there at 5:30 a.m. to start drinking beer? Crazy, that's what! Aisling played at the Dublin Pub from 7 to 9 a.m., which meant a sound check at 6:30 a.m., which meant set-up at 6:00 a.m., which meant leaving my house at 4:30 to drive over to Plain City to pick up the guitarist and then on over to Dayton. Steve was sensible and declined the invitation to play.

The gig went fine despite the fact that we were out in a huge tent and the wind was blowing fiercely through the walls. We were freezing the entire time. My dulcimer stayed mostly in tune and the drip from the tent ceiling eventually ceased before it could do any damage to our wooden instruments. Did I mention that it was snowing this morning, too? What fun!

We're playing at Groveport Town Hall this evening, which will be much more enjoyable with an audience that isn't smoking or drinking. Plus, it will be warm and dry. . .

I hope to have some pictures to post after the gig tonight.