In the true tradition, we all put on our green, ate corn beef and cabbage and mulligan stew, drank way too much, and became Irish. The six of us were joined by eighteen of our cruising friends and dock mates for one hell of a party.
Godiva had to try this on.
Godiva had to try this on.
And we couldn't leave Cassie out. She was so cute. Is there such a thing as an Irish lab? I guess on St. Patty's Day there is.
A little pre-party get together on September Song.
Pam, (AKA our Jello Shot Queen) didn't let us down.
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