It was Saint Patrick's Day? Looks like I missed it again. If this is what the police cells look like in Pasadena I'm coming right over there to start my own little crime wave.
This is actually a side gate, Gunn. You can peek through to where they park the paddy wagons.
Dive, Bellis is in England right now and she says there's no mention of St. Patrick's there. Small wonder. I don't know what the cells look like, and if I did, I probably wouldn't have had my camera with me.
Our jail is a five-star hotel compared to L.A. County Jail. There are plenty of rich kids whose daddies pay real money to have their offspring stay here instead of being in the general population in county lockup. Most civilians don't know about this, but the lawyers do.
Yesterday Linda and I had a planned meeting so she could report out on some of her projects and get some direction on others. She had a brilliant idea: meet over corned beef andd cabbage! It was swell.
Overindulge on St. Paddy's Day and you ride to the hoosegow in the paddy wagon?
Quiet here. Forgot about green mint shakes at Mick D's. Should get some Guinness, Once I had a taste, I never wanted the Clydesdales' stuff again, however much I love their ads.
WV: regod -- what some of us may be doing after spending a night in front of the porcelain altar.
I drank Guinness at the Altadena Ale House, my soon to be neighborhood pub. An Irish expat led the bar in song. The Altadenans are a boisterous bunch. I felt like I was in Dublin!
At first glance, I wondered if you or someone you knew had a bit too much green beer last night ;) We had potatoes O'Brien and a glass of wine (but it wasn't green)
Potatoes O'Brien are pan-fried sliced potatoes with onion and green and red peppers. You can add meat to it, if you wish, or you can sprinkle cheese on top when it's served.:-)
Elegant and nice....
ReplyDeleteStrange to see the door to the police.
It was Saint Patrick's Day?
ReplyDeleteLooks like I missed it again.
If this is what the police cells look like in Pasadena I'm coming right over there to start my own little crime wave.
This is actually a side gate, Gunn. You can peek through to where they park the paddy wagons.
ReplyDeleteDive, Bellis is in England right now and she says there's no mention of St. Patrick's there. Small wonder. I don't know what the cells look like, and if I did, I probably wouldn't have had my camera with me.
the slammer
ReplyDeletethe big house
the pen
joint
clink
hoosegow
bing
pokey
Our pretty pokey.
ReplyDeleteVery quiet and I didn't end up in the slammer. Great shot. Love the color.
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Our jail is a five-star hotel compared to L.A. County Jail. There are plenty of rich kids whose daddies pay real money to have their offspring stay here instead of being in the general population in county lockup. Most civilians don't know about this, but the lawyers do.
ReplyDeleteYesterday Linda and I had a planned meeting so she could report out on some of her projects and get some direction on others. She had a brilliant idea: meet over corned beef andd cabbage! It was swell.
Thanks, V. Your evening sounds like mine.
ReplyDeleteAnn, you PIOs have all the fun. And thanks for the interesting fact! I figured our jail would be a nice one.
Dive needs to grab this for 500 words. There's definitely a story or ten in it.
ReplyDeletePhoto reminds one of life's adventures, and me, of my recent holiday in lovely Tijuana.
ReplyDeleteOverindulge on St. Paddy's Day and you ride to the hoosegow in the paddy wagon?
ReplyDeleteQuiet here. Forgot about green mint shakes at Mick D's. Should get some Guinness, Once I had a taste, I never wanted the Clydesdales' stuff again, however much I love their ads.
WV: regod -- what some of us may be doing after spending a night in front of the porcelain altar.
Vanda, are you writing one this time?
ReplyDeletePJ, I'm not sure I want to hear it. Then again, do tell.
Speedway, the porcelain altar is best left in the dark reaches of lost memory.
Our violet pokey. Very cool photo.
ReplyDeleteI drank Guinness at the Altadena Ale House, my soon to be neighborhood pub. An Irish expat led the bar in song. The Altadenans are a boisterous bunch. I felt like I was in Dublin!
So, will the Dubliners accept you as one of their own?
ReplyDeleteI'm changing the name of this post to "Pretty Pokey."
At first glance, I wondered if you or someone you knew had a bit too much green beer last night ;)
ReplyDeleteWe had potatoes O'Brien and a glass of wine (but it wasn't green)
Ms. M, I didn't have nearly enough. What is (are) potatoes O'Brien?
ReplyDeletePotatoes O'Brien are pan-fried sliced potatoes with onion and green and red peppers. You can add meat to it, if you wish, or you can sprinkle cheese on top when it's served.:-)
ReplyDeletePaddy wagon. Love it.
ReplyDeleteI did something crazy on St. Patty's Day. I went to bed at 10pm. It was glorious.
I've had Potatoes O'Brien and didn't know it had a name. Love it.
ReplyDeleteAmy, I am that crazy almost every day.