Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day. So a belated Happy St. Patrick’s day to you.**  I am not Irish, but like a lot of Canadians, I believe that on St. Patrick’s Day, everyone is a little Irish.

It also happens to be the birthday of my friend and University roommate (Go Mustangs!) . We went out for a burger in the town of Bradford Ontario.  We went to the Kenzington Burger bar (I am not sure why they spell it with a zed.  I suppose it’s affectation, but maybe there is a legitimate reason for doing so.)  We had some burgers and a beer.  I was so relaxed and in the moment that I forgot to take pictures of the food, the beer, or my friend.* (the above picture is just a generic and free to use picture–not my actual burger)

My list of friends (not to be confused with acquaintances) is rather small, but well chosen. Sadly we do not see each other often enough, and we must spend a bit of time each visit updating people on our home lives, family, work,  and mutual friends.  This is not a bad thing; just part of the tradition.  Yesterday was very much like that.

Conversation flowed easily and I am never as at ease as I am with my friends. They are supportive and helpful–they might even get me to fill out my online dating profile someday.

My day contained no green beer–why would I want to ruin my delicious beer? Nonetheless, it was obviously yesterday’s Perfect Moment.

**I am still catching up from the day I was unable to connect to WordPress.