Post St. Patrick’s Day

I love St. Patrick’s Day.

I used to love it in University because it was an excuse to set my alarm for 9am to start drinking. But as I got older (and hopefully more responsible) 9am drinking is out of the question.

So why do I love it so much?
Well, I pretty much love any occasion where I can wear something that looks ridiculous to the bar. I love that the entire theme is green, including the beer. And I love how everyone is Irish for the day. Not that I am Irish, but it’s nice that for one day everyone is the same “race”. The Irish don’t hate on those who are not actually Irish but celebrating it anyway.

It was the boyfriend and my first St. Patty’s Day celebration. It was fun! We dressed in green all day. After work we headed down to a pub to meet some friends. Lines already out the door, we were lucky it was a nice day (the luck of the Irish, I don’t think I’ve experienced bad weather on St. Patrick’s Day). Once inside there were no tables. We were the first ones there, so I scouted the area to see if there would be a potential of one opening up soon. And that’s when I spotted a table of a much older crowd (much much older). I made my way over to the table in hopes they would leave early. While I was standing around trying not to look like I was waiting for them to leave, one of the older men decided to strike up a conversation with me. First he decided to make fun of me for having a green beer, and that you could never find one of those in Ireland. And that’s when I realized they were all Irish. That’s when I thought that maybe they wouldn’t leave as early as I thought. The Irish know how to drink! But then the oldest lady thought it was a good idea to lift the kilt of a man walking by, they must have been there awhile. That’s when her husband told her to get her coat because it was time to go. SCORE! We got a table.

And the night just got better from there. I started out the evening with a green t-shirt on, and finished it with a “Kiss me I’m Irish” button, clover stickers on my face and chest, a green whistle and a large green hat on my head. Oh and I can’t forget a green tongue. I’m just glad I only had 3 green pints and left the bar by 10pm, who knows if I would have made it to work today otherwise.

I hope everyone else had a great St. Patty’s Day!


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