Here's the deal... Kelly and I were tired after a full day of work, but Zack and Steve (my friend who we roped into helping us) were ready to go to Finnegans. We decided that if HANK and his little Posse wanted to go , we'd take them out for a good time. Could they hang with the big boys? NO! I was sorely dissapointed, but I understood b/c we had to work early today.

Last night Hank wussed out again, however his friend Tommy came out with us. When we got there, the place was packed, but everyone was standing still. Within 5 minutes, the "dancefloor" was PACKED with men in kilts, the band played almost ALL Irish music,
Beers were swilled and cigarettes were smoked and women's hearts were broken. We had a POSSE of USA Kilts and the one guy (Dennis) from the Utilikilts booth even came! All told, it looked like we had a group of about 20 to 25 KILTED people having a BLAST and we brought the "pant wearers" along for the ride!

If there's ANYONE who wants to see the ROWDIEST kilt nights in the world, you GOTTA come down to Philly.