Lets see...

Sunday, Steeleye and I leave for Gulf Wars (Gulf Wars) and as I was told today, since we're only 45 minutes from N'awlins, we'll be spending St. Pats in the French Quarter eating mud bug and drinking heavily. Then, the weekend after we get back is Spring Equinox at the river cottage and opening day of sailing season (and you fuckers better not let us down, we need a big LG showing). The the following weekend...

Celt Wars

Then I have to build a new yurt and some furniture for Pennsic.

Yeah. It's good to be a Celt. Fightin, drinkin, campin and fuckin. OK maybe not so much fuckin.

What happened to the old yurt?

Too big.

I'm 6 hrs from N'awlins ...
I need to go again ...

Does being a Celt mean you never have to say sorry?

Sorry? What is there to be sorry about? Cutting off your enemies heads and then nailing them to your door lintel is a form of honoring them.

Never apologize, never explain.

>>Never apologize, never explain.<<

America at it's finest

>>Never apologize, never explain.<<

America at it's finest

No. America at it's finest is a world-wise, multi-talented, polyglot, Polish-Jew fucking his own best instincts and jumping up and down naked with people half his age pretending to be a living link to a long dead culture whose actual members would've strung folk like him up as soon as told him how to make the blue face-paint.

ssssh, dress-up is fun

No. America at it's finest is a world-wise, multi-talented, polyglot, Polish-Jew fucking his own best instincts and jumping up and down naked with people half his age pretending to be a living link to a long dead culture whose actual members would've strung folk like him up as soon as told him how to make the blue face-paint.

You forgot half Irish. The rest is spot on.