St. Patrick's Day fell on a Saturday this year. That meant the St. Patrick's Day parade, always on a Saturday in Salt Lake City, fell on March 17. That meant St. Patrick's Day parties, sometimes held before or after the actual holiday, were on March 17. That meant today was going to be a long, fun day.

This was the fifth year we participated in the parade. The boys' preschool always marched in it, and their current school does as well. This year, the "float" was a long flatbed trailer that included a few kids from the school's rock band and a few dozen students, as well as some parents. I sat with Ben on the trailer as it made its way through the parade course, while Lori followed on foot and Michael on his scooter. We were near the front of the parade, so for the first time in few years, we actually got to watch the parade after our float finished the course. We didn't stay for the whole parade, however, instead heading to the Original Pancake House for lunch (in what's becoming a yearly post-parade tradition).

After lunch, we returned home, and after recovering from our busy morning, Michael and I took Popcorn to the off-leash dog trail. She had a blast playing with other dogs on our two-mile hike. With the dog tired out, we went home to get ready for a St. Patrick's Day party hosted by some friends. The party, which we've gone to for a few years now, is kid friendly and always a lot of fun. However, something was also going on at the same time: Marquette's NCAA Tournament game. We left in the second half while I followed along on my smartphone. As expected, the party was fun, and I'm happy to say, Marquette won.

Two hours later, we left party one for party two -- a small bash hosted by one of Lori's co-workers at their house very close to the first party. We watched basketball, enjoyed some Irish stew, and let the boys play some more. By 8:30, we exhaustedly made our way home.

St. Patrick's Day won't fall on a Saturday again until 2018. We have six years to prepare for that one.


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