Man, I meant to post these pics from St. Pat's at Ross's later on yesterday, but, somewhere around 4 o'clock, the innards of my stomach transformed into a raging torrent of hate and anger. I spent more time in the bathroom last night than a stripper looking to make it through her second shift.
I enjoyed myself so much singing these ol' Irish ditties that I've decided to see if I can make it a year round thing. So, in addition to booking the jazz standards act, I'll also be trying to book some gigs doing the Irish stuff. Stay tuned for more news on that, and maybe even some audio in the near future.
Anyway, onto the sweaty, bearded pics of Irish drinking and rebel songs: