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.