San Francisco’s annual St. Patrick’s Day Parade and Festival, the 160th this year, took place this past weekend. The parade started on 2nd and Market and ended up in Civic Center Plaza, right in front of City Hall, where an all-day festival took place. It’s actually the biggest Irish celebration west of the Mississippi but I’m sure it’s nothing compared to U.S. Irish strongholds like Boston and New York. Luckily, it was a warm and sunny day so there was an good turnout.
It’s always funny for Hubby to see the beer pens that we have here in the U.S. It’s like watching people being corralled into cattle pen like cows, lest they run amok amongst the crowds with their beers.
There was a children’s area with baby animals and rides. Snapple was apparently a major sponsor of the event so they were passing out free souvenirs. The festival was full of tents selling merchandise, fattening foods and beer. There were also several entertainment tents set up for Irish bands. When we were sitting on some chairs taking a break, a girl about the age of nine promptly got up in front of us and starting dancing with gusto. She was kicking it up, doing the Irish jig and step dancing, nonstop for what I would say was about an hour. I could only stare in amazement as she continually performed for us (there wasn’t anyone else sitting around us really) to get some applause. Kudos to her parents for raising a girl with such confidence. That weekend we also went to a friend’s house for an Irish-themed dinner party. Corned beef, potatoes and soda bread. Yum Yum!
I had the opportunity to watch “Rock of Ages,” the Broadway musical celebrating 80’s rock, hairspray and bad fashion. It’s currently playing in San Francisco’s Curran Theater until April 9. I definitely recommend this show to anyone who grew up rocking it out to Journey, Poison, Twisted Sister, etc. etc. Set in Los Angeles’ Sunset Strip, it’s about a small town girl trying to big it make as an actress, an earnest young man trying to be a rocker, and the struggle between property developers and a rock club. It took me a while to get into the show, probably cause I’m born a little too late to feel any nostalgia. But by the end I couldn’t help tapping my foot along.
Don’t stop believing!