I rarely leave my house on March 17th. I despise crowds. I am not Irish. If you watched 30 Rock this past week, my opinions about this holiday are pretty much in line with Liz Lemon's. I never celebrate Saint Patrick's Day.
So when, at 1pm, I found myself on the train headed downtown, you could have knocked me with a shaleighleigh stick. I'm glad I did, though. There was lots of Irish magic to be had. Starting with...
|the view over Kendall/MIT|
... learning to tie a double Windsor (I can already tie a single...)
|double Windsor all the way...|
...and listening to some bagpipes.
I hit a couple o' bars with some friends, and after a couple of beers, I felt I had met my St. Patrick's Day quota and headed home to meet Kasia for dinner and a movie. She had never seen one of my favorites, Stranger Than Fiction.
So we whipped up a simple pasta with seared scallops, and salad w goat cheese and cherry tomatoes.
Halfway through the movie, we were both craving baked goods. Could have something to do with Maggie Gyllenhaal's character's scene describing all the treats she made? So we took a break to make some of the best chocolate chip cookies.
A very pleasant 17th of March if I do say so myself.
What did you do for St. Paddy's?