Parade Day in Scranton

Will this be the last one? Who really knows? Are we now too old for this nonsense? I have to say, I'm glad we made it up there for one last time, if so. Even if I did pass out at 4:30 in the afternoon. And even if I never made it to the party at the train station. All in all, it was a good weekend, with good friends, good beer and good times. Enjoy the photos!

Hanging with some friends the night before.

Bar number 1.

Bar number 2.

Because every St. Patrick's Day Parade needs a horse-drawn Yuengling carriage.

Bar number 3

Dan and Frank were finally happy at Farley's because they could watch the game. After Dan took us on a tour of Scranton, which included going around the block, just to end up down the street.

Then we ran into this guy! And by ran into, I mean I'm pretty sure I texted him every 5 minutes asking where he was.

Dan was trying to prove that he wasn't "old and married." I don't think it worked.