Just in case you’re home, nursing a hangover and are feeling sorry that St. Patrick’s Day and the attendant drunken silliness is over for another year, fear not!

The Mariners are gearing up again for the Mystic Irish Parade which is right around the corner. And by gearing up, I mean I have to figure out which corner of my truck I threw my uniform into and perhaps, if it really really really needs it, wash the shirt and pants. Never, NEVER the jumper.

Notice two things: my jumper is hung up (on a hanger) AND I know where it is.

“Woody,” the latest legend-in-the-making incarnation of the pirate in chains, was at my house last night, begging for more leather to replace the shackles and chains he lost in New Haven. He claims there was a woman involved. I say, Who loses their chains? Ridiculous. In case you’re wondering, I gave him the leather, but only on the condition that he stand up on a bar in Mystic and sing us a song.

Anyhow, the Parade is running quite late this year because Easter Sunday is running exceptionally early.

Aside from the Mariners, the other guests of note are available here. A quick perusal yields many of the usual suspects, but one new group of four footed fame was brought to my attention, The Budweiser Clydesdales. Now I can’t say that I’m a big Budweiser fan, but I have enjoyed some of their advertising in years past.

Here’s the original classic:

And here’s another, that makes me glad there’s a whole summer of shenanigans ahead.
The Parade steps off @ 11am, from the lot opposite Mystic Seaport Museum and ends up just across the drawbridge. The Mariners will then be seen throughout town wherever fine beverages are found.