Three years ago this past weekend is when Brian drove from Philly all the way down to Wildwood to meet me at Irish Weekend. He had been out with his friends and when I was talking to him Johnny grabbed the phone and gave him directions to get down the shore. He met us at Flip Flops and it was the 1st time he had met anyone in my family. So, Irish Weekend does always seem "special," in a way, to me.
We got down the shore on Friday night and just hung in the house with the fam. Saturday afternoon Johnny, Allison, Kevin, Brian, and I headed over to the festival. We walked the streets, checked out all the vendors tents, ate completely unhealthy food, and drank some beers. There was definitely some great people watching! Aunt Rita and Uncle Scott had us all over for dinner and then we went out after with Kevin, Korrin, Michael, and LeeAnn. When we got back to the festival we soon realized that the crowd wasn't a pretty scene and the lines at all the bars were ridiculously long. We decided that it be best to go to another bar, away from the festival area, and it was a great choice. We got into a bar where we could all sit down and drink/eat casually...and hear each other talk. Another great Irish Weekend is down in the books.





