Jed gave a pretty good account of what happened throughout the day. Unbeknownst to me, they were turning folks away at the door, and my sister-in-law missed out on the merriment.

I lived up to my nickname, pogo'd while playing fiddle, and blew out my vocal chords ending the night with "House Of The Rising Sun."

I think we did a great mix of traditional and pop music, and threw in a couple of bluegrass tunes for the heck of it. Jed's a great sport, and puts up with much foolishness from himself and me.

Sunday was soup fer brunch (a long time hangover cure) and I'll be resting quietly for the next few days, actually thankful and loving being in a Celtic band on St. Patrick's Day.

;-)g'chik