Irish Invasion

Though this happened a few weeks ago, even before some of the other posts, no account of the tales of Azkia's early days would be complete without mention of the afternoon the Irish rode in in style. And these weren't the pretend-Irish from Belfast; no, these were honest-to-God, Guiness-guzzling, whisky-swigging, clover-bearing, Dublin-dwelling Irish, as the good Lord intended them to be.

As joviality ensued some great photo-ops emerged. Was a fantastic afternoon!