Disclaimer: I am not, in fact, Irish. I did marry into a large Irish Catholic family, however, so I consider it perfectly appropriate that I celebrate as though I have green flowing through my veins. Plus, I spent six weeks backpacking through Ireland after college and drank enough Guinness to qualify as a native.
I love holidays that are celebrated purely for the sake of celebrating. Halloween? Dress up and have fun. Thanksgiving? Cook for days and eat pie. St. Patrick's Day? Wear a little green and drink some beer. What's not to love?
No presents to buy, I don't have to clean my house for guests, and -- if I'm lucky -- I get to see a parade. I don't get to go to the parade today, of course, because for some reason "parade viewing" doesn't fall under my company's guidelines for acceptable absences from work. I personally think this is a travesty, but will have to live with my husband's play-by-play of the green shenanigans taking place at 3 p.m. His place of business happens to be located ON THE PARADE ROUTE, which I think is way cool for him and incredibly unfair to me at the same time.
Oh, well. He's the one who's actually Irish. At least he appreciates his good fortune!
6 days ago