Well I'll be damned.
The snow -- All. That. SNOW! -- is finally, slowly, mercifully melting. The Red Sox are playing baseball. And I've got a gig on St. Patrick's Day!
Tuesday, March 17th
Lucky's Lounge
355 Congress St. (corner of A Street, no sign)
Boston, MA 02210
5:30pm-7:30pm / No cover
Could it be... spring? With the sun and the grass and all that? Even if it's not here yet, I'm at least starting to think it may actually arrive someday, which is a major improvement from my outlook a month ago.
Does this mean it won't snow again this season? No.
Does it mean the Red Sox will be any good? Not necessarily, though I have my hopes.
Does it mean I remember how to play all those Irish songs? God, I hope so.
The bigger struggle will be my old-man wrists. After 20 some-odd years of playing guitar, probably with bad technique, my left wrist aches even on a good day.
After shoveling, I don't know, maybe three tons of snow every single day this February? It positively throbs.
Nothing a little Advil and Guinness can't handle, right? (Take that, liver!)
So come join me for a pint and some cheer as we celebrate the melting snow and the green grass that lies beneath it. (Or rather, the murky, muddy brown of snow-tortured turf, in the case of our yard. But still. It's a freaking beautiful sight.)
Here's to spring! (Take that, winter!)
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