Not-Quite-Live Blogging: St. Paddy's Day in Dogtown

Ah 'twas a lovely piss-up on St. Paddy's Day in Dogtown! Ground zero lay on Tamm Avenue between West Park and Victoria.

1:52 p.m.    Barbecue smoke and beer breath beckon from the side streets, then behold: a milling mob o' green!

Loud-speakers are blasting the traditional Irish folk tunes, "Livin' on a Prayer" by Jon McBon Jovi, and "Sweet Home Alabama," by The Brothers Lynyrd FitzSkynyrd.
 
Notable headwear (all green): a curly afro, a fake mullet, derbies with glitter, cowboy hats, top hats, berets (quoi?), and one pair of fuzzy bunny ears.

More photos and adventure after the jump...

2:17 p.m.  Across from St. James the Greater church -- perhaps the Irish community's flagship parish -- a small boy is rolling very slowly down a small hill of dead, yellow grass in somebody's side yard. He looks drunk.

 2:17 p.m. - 2:43 p.m.  Overheard Quotes from the Crowd Along Tamm:
1) "Chillin' hat! Awesome."
2) "Damn, this weather's too nice."
3) "Tim! Tim! Take your shirt off!" [Tim declines.]
4) "Oh man, those green-haired guys? Watch out."
4) "All I know is, it's all downhill from here."
5) [In line for the Porta-Poddy]: "Dude I got a shitload of green beads, can I trade you for your place in line?" [Respondent declines.]

2:44 p.m. 
On a sidewalk behind the loudspeakers, another young boy is passed out atop a beer cooler. It could be exhaustion from the bright March sun. Or he's drunk.