St Patrick's Day Parade

Now you all know Bridie wanted to get married on St Patrick Day, just so she could wear green to the wedding. It is all true.

And you also know that we try to spend our anniversary in a different place each year. Though going to Ireland for our first anniversary was clearly cheating.

Last year we went to New York, and watched the St Pat's parade. It is supposed to be the biggest and best. Well compared to Dublin that isn't too hard. Admittedly the Irish have more on their minds rather than parades - there is Shamrock to be drowned!

But I wanted to go in the actual parade. We actually lived in Ireland, which is more than most of the Irish people in New York. Surely that qualifies us?

And it went forever... And ever... So much so that we went shopping instead. Three hours later, I looked out a shop window and it was still going. So it was probably just as well - our poor feet couldn't handle it.

Well this year I got my chance. We went in the New York New York parade... In Las Vegas.

The NYNY hotel simulates the shops (and slot machines) of downtown New York. There is even a ride called the Manhattan Express. Which, ironically, can steal your money, but by using G-forces.

And they have the St Pat's parade around the block. Not outside on the road, but inside - around the casino. The feet were happy with this new, innovative, solution.

Naturally we joined in.

Starting at one bar, and ending at another - it is a fine tradition. We even went over the Brooklyn Bridge (photo). And good Guinness was had by all.

The end.