Day Dreaming

It's 16º and snowing a little this morning here in K.C. I think we're entering what they call the dead of winter, which refers to that "I'd rather be dead than go out into this cold again" feeling you get this time of year.

So let's take a trip. To September 4th. It's only a couple hundred days away, give or take a few. It's a warm, late summer night. You're wearing shorts and that t-shirt you bought at Irish Fest last year. You've got a cold Boulevard beer in your hand - assuming you're 21 - and you're with your friends sitting in the green grass at the State Street Stage, listening to a great band. You've got the winning raffle ticket in your pocket (hey, we're dreaming, right?) and an entire weekend of great Irish music and dance ahead of you. Let's wander down to the Boulevard Stage and catch the band down there. I hear they're great. Better stop by the beer tent...it's a long walk. Pick up more friends along the way. Stop and buy that Claddagh ring you've had your eye on. Maybe some fish and chips. I can hear the band now as we get closer. The skyscrapers of downtown are glowing behind the stage. It's a beautiful night and those cold grey January days seem a long way off.