Irish Skies are Rainin'

Once again this year we packed up and headed to the local Irish festival to celebrate part of Ava's heritage.  Marianne was in town, so with the sun shining we arrived at the gates with high hopes for the evening: good food, a few cocktails, and watching Ava shake her groove thing to some fabulous Irish tunes.  The perfect night. 

And then came the rain.  Buckets of it.  But never one to let a little thing like weather get in the way of a good time, Ava rose to the occasion and made the best of a wet situation. 

She talked Marianne into a little game of airplane.

Marveled at the music...

Found the best splash-puddle this side of Rocky Mountains...

And showed these nice folks a thing or two about dancing in the rain.

By the time we left she was soaked from head to toe, and completely exhausted.  Not at all what had we planned, but still, the perfect night.

So from Ava and all of her Irish friends, old and new:
Bless your little Irish heart and every other Irish part.

G'night.