I took this self-portrait with Treasa at 5:30am as the sun was coming up. We stayed up all night singing. We had a session at our house, Treasa played her squeeze-box, Mary played the tin-whistle and Sally played her bodhran when she came home from the pub session and her real friends. Crianna told a story and Pat recited her "bilingual" poem of "Micheal Bocht and City Suzy". Everybody else sang a song. We had a great night. Towards the end Dennis came back from the pub for more singing. We sang all the songs we learned in the sean-nos class, especially Gardaí an Rí which we sang about a hundred times. Eventually everybody else left or went to bed. Only Treasa and myself were left singing when the dawn came up. We made a spit-promise that wherever we would be we would support each other in our singing, like the Connemara singers who wind up each other as they sing.
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