In at The Inn?

I would be remiss if I didn't remind you now and again to book your hotel room now for Irish Fest weekend. Rooms are booking fast and when they're gone, as they most surely will be, what are you going to do? Sleep in our thatched roof cottage? That's my spot.

Think about it. You don't want to be that guy, standing there waiting for the Max bus while all the forward-thinking festies who booked rooms back in April before they all sold out stroll past you, singing and laughing, on their way to the hotel for all the after hours festivities, do you? Clutching your stack of souvenir cups and the inflatable shamrock you won at the ring toss, wearing your "I'm Not Irish But Kiss Me Anyway" T-shirt, heading home to Raytown to feed the cat and watch the "Esteban: Learn To Play Guitar" infomercial while eating Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey on the couch in your underwear? Is that you? Of course not. You belong with the crowd, listening to the session in the hotel bar, chatting up that cute fiddle player, leading the sing along, charming all near you with your witty repartee until, just before dawn you take the elevator upstairs to your luxurious suite on the 37th floor to rest serenely for another great day at Irish Fest. That's you, man!

Book that room!