Seven of the eight Pearl siblings had already been reunited in Tampa, and then yesterday, we made the drive to Ft. Lauderdale, where we met up with my husband's youngest brother and checked into our hotel. We'll be staying here until Tuesday morning (better known as the morning after Notre Dame beats Alabama for the national championship).
Last night, the eight sibs, several of their spouses, and a handful of the 32 Pearl first cousins hit South Beach, and WOW--what a night! We went to an Irish pub & restaurant called Finnegan's, which was jam-packed with Notre Dame fans. I mean, I doubt anyone wearing a "Roll Tide" t-shirt would have felt brave enough to show his face in that place! Finnegan's was flying Notre Dame flags at the corners of the outdoor seating area and blasting the Notre Dame Victory March every 45 minutes. (With all the ear-splitting celebrating going on, however, I could barely recognize that well-loved song!) At Finnegan's, it was like one, big, loud, happy and--I have to be honest--somewhat inebriated Irish family. Truly, complete strangers were forming bonds with other Irish fans based solely on the "Beat Bama" t-shirts and Manti T'eo jerseys they were wearing.
|The Pearl Sisters|
|The Pearl Brothers|
Okay, sports fans, today's the day. The tailgating starts soon, and after that, the winning. Go Irish!