Drip

Yesterday when I should have been doing important things like blogging about your favorite Irish Fest, I was pumping several inches of water out of my basement after the torrential rains our area suffered over the weekend. The rains took their toll on the Scottish Highland Games too, limiting their attendance to a fraction of it's expected size. We Irish Festers feel their pain. The memories of our rain-shortened debut at Berkley Park on the riverfront in 2003 are still painful. Since our 2004 move to Crown Center we've been mostly blessed with beautiful weather. A shower or two here and there, but nothing like this past Saturday's deluge limited the Scots crowds to a few hundred. Here's the thing though, and I want you to remember this should our luck ever run out: come down anyway. One of the many many great things about having our festival at Crown Center is that we can largely soldier on if the weather turns south. We have tents, mostly on pavement and drainage is good. Last year it rained all day the Friday we set up, right up until we opened at 5:00. By 6:00 PM you have been hard pressed to find a puddle. And yet our Friday night crowd was way down because people see the word "rain" on their TVs and stay home. Wrong! Don't let a Lezak and Busby and those other weather wonks tell you what to do! This year's Kansas City Irish Fest is on, weather or not, and we promise you a good time.

To our friends at the Highland Games, glad to hear about the rain insurance and hang in there.