Yes, I went to a bagpipe show.

It’s easy to say you want to work a double, but actually working it is insanely difficult. Here’s the deal: I needed Sunday off at the bar because I had a concert to go to (more on that later). Well, wouldn’t you know it, I’m scheduled Sunday day shift even thought I requested the day off (don’t know why they have a time-off calendar if they don’t use it!!). So, I got the Sunday covered, but had to find someone to work this kid’s Saturday day in order for him to do it. I’m going on a cruise in two weeks and thought I would just pick up his shift (even though I was scheduled Saturday night too).

Long story short, Saturday day was pretty steady and Saturday night was insane. I made great money, but come 3 a.m. leaving the bar Sunday morning, I was ready to die!! So tired I couldn’t even stand up straight!! I couldn’t even sleep in much on Sunday because I was going to a concert with my BFF Jacks. It was an afternoon show of the Black Watch pipes and drums. (Yes, I went to see a bagpipe show. Please hold your laughter to a minimum. Actually, go ahead and laugh!! I don’t care. The show was hella cool and you’re just jealous!!).

Anyway, I met Jacks for brunch at Beer Garden (place in Southie close to where we live) and we headed in. I was still so tired from my double the day before!! I had one beer at brunch and was already tipsy. It was quite embarrassing!! Anyway, we get to the TD Bank North Garden (formerly the FleetCenter and the place where the Celtics—yawn—and Bruins—double yawn—play, and where concerts are performed). As we walk into the place I turn to Jackie and ask, "How much you want to bet we’re the youngest people here besides the kids with their parents?" She agreed we probably would be the only 20-somethings spending a Sunday afternoon at a bag pipe show (again, I ask you to keep your laughter to a minimum!!). Our suspicions were confirmed when we found the only beer guy open in the place and he was just as happy to see us!! "Don’t forget to come back," he said about a hundred times!!

So Jacks and I found seats way better than where we were supposed to sit and watched the action on the floor. There were two different groups of performers, the Welsh Guards (similar to a marching band) and the Black Watch (pipes and drums). They performed separate, then together, then separate with dancers, then together, etc. After an hour, they marched off and the lights came on. Jacks and I thought it was a pretty short show, but we decided to stick around because we still had beer to finish. We also decide to go shopping at Copley.

After about 10 minutes, though, we notice that no one is leaving. On the way up to leave, we decide to find out what the dilly-o and ask the usher if there is more. The guy looked at us like we were nuts while saying in a drawn out manner, "yeeess." We felt like idiots!! But you know what that meant, MORE BEER (hey, we were just trying to fit in with the predominantly Irish crowd, even though they weren’t drinking). So we get a couple more brews and get back to our seats just as the second half of the show gets underway.

What morons!! We totally would have left if we didn’t have beers to finish!! See, alcohol can be good for you sometimes. Second half of the show was better than the first and we had a jolly good time. Big ups to the guy who narrated the show. Can’t remember his name, but it was something British!!

Until next time: peace, love, equality, and all that good stuff.