No, I Didn't Get Drunk For St. Patty's Day

But then I seldom do. Any day. I can honestly sat I don't remember the last time I got blotto. It had to be in the late nineties, but that's about as accurate as I can get.

But March seventeenth, besides being Saint Patric's Day, is also the anniversary of  the forming of the original Mormon Ladies Relief Society.  Saints.... right pew, wrong church.

So that night I attended. No, I'm not blogging about my revelation. I'm blogging about my dinner. It was good.Boiled beef, home fries and beans, and cornbread. Then came the after dinner entrainment.

Live on stage, a local rendition  of "Hee Haw", complete with local jokes and local entertainers.

In case your not old old enough, or too terminally hip  to remember, Hee Haw" was a teevee show that started on CBS in the late sixties. It was cornpones answer to Rowan and Martins Laugh In, but istead of writers, they just lifted stuff out of joke books. Bad joke books.

So in this respect, the performance was BETTER than the original show. Most of the jokes were local. So local that if youy didn't live here you wouldn't have got them (Hey! Isnt that the definition of a local joke lunkkhead?)

For the most part, people were pretty good, if you overlook the fact that half the cast was on stage with scripts in there hands. And al least one time, the set up from one joke was answered by the punch line of another. It still got a laugh.