Anyways, we hung out, drank, shopped, drank some more, checked out some bands and wound up eating, of all things, GREEK FOOD. Yes, GREEK FOOD at an IRISH FEST. Seriously.
No lie. I can't make this up.
They seemed to have fun. Aidan especially.
He got see my "house", which was this fabulous inflatable thing that had the logos of my favorite drink slathered all on it, with the tag line "3 Beers Strong!" on it. It was the Irish fest's VIP lounge, and lemme tell ya....That thing is pretty fucking cool. I would set it up in my backyard if I could get my hands on it. 
Haha. Coolness. Aidan also enjoyed hanging out at the house, where he met this strange, yet cool fellow...
a giant, walking pint of Guinness (mother's milk). It was cool. The people from Guinness took his photo as well, and they said that they might post it on Guinness's website. They also gave him, myself, and my wife a set of Guinness/Harp beaded necklaces. (Green beads, with a Guinness/Harp medallion stating "Half way to St Pats!"). Aidan also met some of my friends, who I haven't seen in ages...however they were a bit trashed, so I don't think they remembered anything...or even acting weirder then usual. But Aidan showed them a thing or 2, especially when he outdrank them 
in a contest. (NB: If you think I really gave my kid beer, then you are fucking retarded).So I think the hilight of the fest was not only seeing Seven Nations again, but seeing Rathkeltair AND Seven Nations both on stage at the same time. See, what happened was Neil Anderson was part of Seven Nations waaay back in the day, along with Nick Watson. But Neil and Nick parted ways with Seven Nations, and in the early 2000's formed Rathkeltair. Now since they were former band mates, they tend to play some of the same jams from the "old days"...so they did a set of 3 songs together, a sort of "mini-reunion". It was great to hear the OLD OLD tunes with the original lineup, as well as Neil tearing it up on his Highland bagpipes. But here's what was cool....he was doing a tune with Uillean Pipes, and he started playing the tin whistle...AT THE SAME TIME. I was blown away by such talent....it was like, HOLY SHIT!. Aidan fell asleep halfway through Seven Nations's set, but he did get a kick out of the first half, laughing and clapping his way through "Soft Gator Girl", and bouncing and laughing to "Winding me Up", even to falling asleep to "Twelve". I was amazed he slept through "Last Call" since they CRANKED that up to the max. I think hearing the old tunes with Rathkeltair helped keep him asleep... It was a great night. BUT IT WASN'T OVER YET! He woke up at like 10:45pm when we put him in the car, and he didn't go back to sleep. So we went to the hotel where Bridget, Charley, 7 Nations, and other fest people were staying at, and chilled to about 1am...kicking back, drinking more, watching Aidan explore the hotel room. He didn't want to sleep. It was a great day....seriously.
