The wind beneath my green feathers...

Holy cow what a storm! St.Patrick's Day weekend as always, was jammed packed with drunken tourists sporting their finest green accessories and drinking much beer. Which is fine.
What these unsuspecting souls were not banking on however, was a storm of tornados and a city that lost electrical power causing pandemonium and mob hysteria.
No street lights.
No lights in the clubs.
Car accidents.
Theft.
fun fun.
We are lucky. No tornados touched down on us to topple our house, although others weren't as fortunate. We spent the evening playing cards by candlelight, listening to the wind howl and being thankful that we weren't in the middle of all that mess.This is my Dad in the parade. What a clown!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!