I had an unintentionally french St.Patrick's Day celebration. We went downtown for Kansas City's famous parade to enjoy all the festivities. The tax preparation company that always has people dressed up like Uncle Sam or the Statue of Liberty had a representative at the parade handing out Lady Liberty hats to go with the Paddy's theme. I of course exercised my patriotism by partaking in the American past time of the 'freebie'. Daniel quickly pointed out the irony that Lady Liberty was a gift from the french and though green, didn't quite fit into the Irish aesthetic of the day. Quite right, but any excuse to wear a foam headpiece is always an opportunity not to be missed. We waited for the start of the parade longer than we watched the actual parade. Though while scoping out a good stretch of sidewalk to spectate from, we literally brushed shoulders with everyone's favorite 6'8" KC mayor, the Funk. It was cold and dreery and we were all underdressed, so I promised evryone that after we saw something cool we could leave. The giant balloon of St. Patrick himself sufficed and after he floated by we hit the road. We headed over to the westside to enjoy crepes of all things. My friend Kristen made us aware of the new creperie right here in town; it's been a dream come true. So in keeping with the french theme on our Irish holiday, we thawed out inside the cafe while savoring our parisian delights. Not your traditional corned beef and hash and green beer, but we certainly enjoyed ourselves.
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