Imagine what it's like to hang out with 600,000 of your closest friends jammed together on a few city blocks in South Boston to watch the St. Patrick's Day Parade.
It was C-R-A-Z-Y. I've never been in an angry mob situation. Until Sunday. At one point, Ellen and I got stuck in the crowd (not good when you're 5'2") and didn't move for at least 20 minutes. People started pushing. And yelling. And I saw my life flash before my eyes. It was an, um, "adventure."
Just a few of the parade-goers we caught along the route.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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