Sprang Brake! Woo!

The first full day of spring break has come and gone, and Cas apparently ushers in the week with a ritual shouting of the intentionally mispronounced, "Sprang Brake!  Wooo!"

Yesterday, I went with my sweetie to the North Texas Irish Festival.  I had never been to the Irish Festival before, though it came highly recommended by several of my fellow teachers.  So Cas and I went and checked it out.  It was at Fair Park, and I picked up some discounted tickets before we took off.  It was a pretty good time, but I don't think it needs to become an annual outing.

I did notice that about a third of the women present were wearing leggings with a very short shirt, and only about a tenth of those women actually should own leggings in the first place.  I have a few pairs, and I only wear them out in public with very long shirts.  I heard a little bit of truth a few months ago, and I desperately wanted to share it with the women who had made the wrong fashion choice for themselves that day.  There are three things in the world that never lie: small children, drunk people and leggings.

Despite the poor pants decisions of several of the women present, we had a pretty great day.  There was music...

There was good food and drink...

And there was (for some reason) this guy...

It's Sunday today, and of course, I am headed to Mom and Dad's house.  I think Cas is trying to get together with his brother today, but failing that, I am totally inviting him to have beers with Dad, Danny and me.

But seriously, the leggings were out of control.