I survived the "back from the dead" St. Patrick's Day gig

I wasn't sure if the luck of the Irish would be with me. After posting a few days ago about having lived through a variety of viruses this winter and coming back from the dead...I got whopped with an influenza strain that left me feverish and coughing in alarming fashion. Right before St. Patrick's Day. So sick of being sick. So not sure if I would make it to the Wine Cafe to play, let alone be able to play the entire time.

So I rested. Drank hot whiskey (honey, lemon, Jameson, hot water, mug, ahhhh). Slept and slept. Got Tamiflu (that stuff is a miracle).

I made it.

I even sang.

Martha and Sam from my Celtic Band joined me on a few songs.

I was happy. Very, very, very happy.

It was strange, not giving an Irish concert this year. I felt like I should have been hauling harps and music and CDs and tickets and cleaning my house and baking Guinness chocolate cake to serve at the after party. I should have been advertising and promoting and writing news releases and being on the radio. Instead, it was this lovely evening. A lovely crowd, just like an Irish pub.

After I was done, I drank a little more hot whiskey, danced a quick Irish reel to "Pinball Wizard" performed by Fish Frye and then I went home and crashed my Irish self on the couch and spent some time snuggling with some Irish cats.

(Photos by Joe Tougas and Ann Rosenquist Fee)