Sunday O’Fun Day.

St. Patrick drove all the snakes out of Ireland. I hope they gave him a great Uber rating.

To further honor him, we got the guys together and celebrated in the most authentic way possible: lunch and Guiness at O’Brien’s Pub. It was truly post-iontach.

At one point, some local schoolkids came in and did some wicked Irish dancing as a fundraiser. Throughout their heavy tap shoes clanking on the wood floors, all of us clapping, and Irish music blaring, the baby on the lower left slept entirely through it. Like a leprechaun boss.