Saint Patrick’s Day is a special time for an Irish band, and that’s no different for The Dregs. It’s especially special because it marks my anniversary with the band. While I looked to find photographic evidence of that major event (how the hell can you call yourself ‘Irish’ without a FIDDLE PLAYER?), I could not find any. So you’ll have to check out some of my favorite moments during my first year with the band instead!
Here is the Angelina farewell party. Remember when folding your pants like that was fashionable? Maybe that’s just me…
Then we had a show at O’Garas, and I got lost. For whatever reason, the GPS lead me to the wrong place. It’s been an inside joke ever since. With friends like these, I tell ya.
Siouxland with The Dregs! This weekend I fondly remember as ‘trial by fire’. You assclowns threw me to the wolves. Thanks.
Next we see what could possibly be my first weekend with The Dregs. I look amused and confused. Not much has changed.
This is the first (and certainly not the last) time I let some of my derpy personality show in a photo. I’m a delicate flower!!!!
Then we decided to decorate Folkstone with chalk. That ended up badly for EVERYONE…
And my first holiday show (and ugly sweater). Are Chad and Rachael even at the same show? Tim is obviously amused and like the entirety of my first year, I have no idea what was going on.
That concludes our twisted trip down memory lane. I am so lucky to have been able to be a part of this band. Here’s to many more years of ridiculousness!