AHooley you say? Someone of Irish descent may tell you it’s simply a small gathering of sufferin’ souls feelin’ a bit of a need to gather with others of like mind and rehash the last 800 years of English oppression. Others may simply say it’s a wild party. Even the name suggests there might “be” a connection to a word that denotes something beyond a simple afternoon tea: Hooligan and Hooley just may be related.
By the luck of the Irish (?), or maybe because John & Toni invited us, WE WENT to one here on St Patrick’s Day and had let its dear memory slide off center because, truly, it succeeded as an Irish St Paddy’s Party should. Both Rodger and I were simply very mellow the next day. Call it what you must, but, yes, the thick feeling resulting from our attending a fabulous gathering at the Hooley in Ladd’s Addition was worth it.
We felt a bit timid to go since we would know not anyone other than our hosts. With that in mind, we mixed up a big batch of humus, pita bread, some tomatillo salsa, and headed to the East Side destination neighborhood called Ladd’s Addition. Ladds Addition is a fantastic gathering of oddly angled narrow streets built 60-90 years ago….on the interior blocks, large gardens (some serious rose gardens) are maintained mostly by the residents. The homes are all architectural beauties with some of the classic craftsmen homes grabbing your attention with those huge porches. When the neighborhood was originally designed, cars weren’t seen as something to be allowed to mess up your property, so no garages were built. This places another layer of serious “charm” (see…this IS an Irish note) charm to a visitor. J & T’s completely restored 90 years old big Craftsman home is a shining example of beauty in the neighborhood sitting directly across the street from a mammoth square city block size rose garden. Here’s an example of a simple street in Ladds:
John is one of 12 kids (yep, Catholic background)…you should see that family picture. He says his Mom is quite senile now, sadly, but I can’t imagine surviving raising 12 kids back then. TONI is a true Irish native and has only been here a few years. She did begin to blog here originally to keep her family at home in touch. They live a full life and you can see about that at PORTLAND DIARIES…………….
At any rate, I hope Toni won’t mind if I copy one paragraph from her own blog that sums up what the party was like:
The 2nd Annual St.Paddy’s Day Hooley took place at 2020 Saturday night. It was a raucous, debaucherous affair with much booze consumed. John had the living room rigged up like an Ibizan disco. Speakers U2 would be envious of, strobe lights on remote control, a fog machine, and disco ball with green spot lights aimed at it, oh and the webcam was rigged up to convert people dancing into groovy psychedelic visualisation that was projected onto the ceiling – a real engineer’s party!
A truly great party consists of the environment, setup, and of course the people. This crows was one of the most diverse groups of wonderful people that could be. No one was a stranger. We had a fabulous time………..and look, here’s pretty beautiful people (yessir, some Irish blood here):
Toni’s dear friend Mary has all of the vibrant beauty and charm that could be. I couldn’t decide if she was the new BVM, or just a straight-shootin’ Irish Lass as dear as Toni………we’ll be joining her with T&B at the new Irish happening place Leaky Roof in a couple weeks to hear owner Sheamus Blaney’s little brother Connor perform…………..
At any rate……..the last thing one sees leaving T&B’s neighborhood are the angels at the corner…where the forbidding Church, “I am Sanctuary” sits:
No, I’m not sure just where the green cover came from…………..
THIS was a night to remember.
In other news……..in UTAH, as ONLY a big bully Church/Corporation can do, a tiny Coffee Shop owned by two guys (one an ex-Mormon) devised a logo featuring the Mormon’s own Angel Moroni (The gold guy who sits on top of ALL of their Temples blowing a gold horn)…being given coffee poured down through his golden trumpet. It was a simple spoof………….can you not like satire?
A couple poor Mo’s in the shop neighborhood began to whine and cry feeling all picked on as Mormons are wont to do. The T-Shirt you see was selling very modestly at the shop and then last Friday, 3/23/07, the Church Daily Newspaper “The Deseret News” ran a story about the shop and the Fact the Church had put out a cease and desist order claiming Moroni was their Trademark and the boys would be liable if they didn’t stop using the picture. That story ran Friday early pm, and the T-Shirts were sold OUT by nightfall. The Church Big Lawyer following that rush to the shop with these words, “ANYMORE T-Shirts made or sold will result in a lawsuit.”
How about that for big corporation rule? My guess is that the same people that were whining about the golden statues they have on top of the temples were laughing about Muslims being angry how Mohammed was portrayed in cartoons here or in Denmark.
Funny thing, religion is…………… but NOT funny is that one cannot possibly even faintly recognize what I’m talking about here (free mind thought) when you’re inside of a controlling entity with fundamentalist doctrines that say, “WE have the truth and ONLY we have the complete truth. You NO longer need to think. We will tell you what’s right and what is wrong.” Just keep sendin’ in your money………………………………………………….