The Electric City.

I recently found myself in Scranton for their "World Famous" Saint Patrick's Day Parade.

Had I been in my 20's?

Elated.

A gift from God.

To a 40 something?

Yea, not so much.

Original plan was to see a stand up comedian I admire, Tom Papa, who crushed it by the way, the night before.

What I don't recall hearing was, we shut down all roads in and out of Scranton at 9am on the morning of the parade.

Thank God the hotel had a cancellation the night before, which I lapped up like a thirsty dog finding that bowl of sketchy rainwater.

Anyways, when in Scranton, on St. Patrick's Day, it's best to join them.

And since I am mostly English, Irish and Scottish, I needed to represent.

So I packed myself a coffee container filled with wine, and did what any self respecting person does on St. Pat's in Scranton, I went to Boscov's for a little wine inspired shopping trip.

Yea, like I said, my idea of fun has slightly changed.

After cheering on the endless F150's with questionable looking children, I needed a nap.

When I awoke I remembered the oh so many reasons I love Scranton.

The bars were packed, people were still wandering the streets, it was GLORIOUS.

It was also ONLY 8pm.

And for a girl who has eaten fries off a sidewalk during a questionable moment of hunger, I was STARVING, and getting scared of what I was capable this time around.

My hotel was no longer serving food, but THANK GOD they will be serving alcohol until 2 they assured me proudly.

My stomach had started to make sounds that over shadowed the live band playing, "Danny Boy."

Off to hunt for my dinner!

Next bar...open till 2, but no food.

It was like I was in the opposite version of hell.

Finally, I remembered a hole in the wall place that was still open and serving, can you IMAGINE IT?!?

FOOD.

And just as the waiter brought my food, he asked if I wanted more food.

I said probably, I just wanted to look at the menu while picking at some apps.

Can I just have a minute to enjoy this long hunted Japanese meal?!

WTF?!

Then it dawned on me.

I said, "oh you're closing?"

He said, "oh no, we will still be serving alcohol until 2am, just no more food."

God Bless You Scranton.

My education didn't stop after four years.

She is a city that truly is, electric.

Rawr, right backatcha pretty lady.

Xoxo,

C.