Yes, yes, I know, the holiday is driven by alcohol distributors, unlike St Patrick's Day or New Year's Eve, but frankly I love the honesty. I don't even have to buy a card or toys or nothing so it can't be a real one. In any case, Peryton and I headed down to the Mexican Village in Parma, to celebrate a little with the only Spanish-speakers that we know that aren't from the Caribbean in Ohio. And true to form, the place was a little more crowded than usual though the night's festivities were no where near getting started.
|Robin is the biggest source of light in this photo.|
|I wish more people took "food pics" like this.|
Of course I got dressed up.
|I was crazy before the whole crazy man in a hat fashion.|