We’re coming up on
St. Patrick’s Day, which is pretty much my favorite day in the world. It’s even
better when you take a solid week to celebrate. Once I followed the truck full
of green beer all the way up 81 to Coleman’s Irish Pub in Syracuse. It wasn’t
on purpose. Honest. It was inspiring. We used to talk the priest at my old job
into going out for a green beer with us because no decent Irish bartender would
charge a man with a collar. We’d ask him to order for us, and he usually
obliged for at least a round or two.
And on top of the
green beer, there’s the corned beef and mashed potatoes with onion, celery and
carrots. I always doubted whether Dubliners actually eat corned beef on St.
Patty’s Day. Probably not. This year I didn’t buy the corned beef, another
casualty of moving away from my two oldest. They loved my corned beef and
cabbage, and I made it for them every year. Now it’s my husband and I, and God
only knows what might happen if we ingest that much fat and starch in one day.
My youngest son doesn’t eat meat and already asked if we could celebrate the
day by buying St. Patrick a birthday cake at Stop & Shop. He’s Baby Jesus
so I didn’t say no.
What a great
holiday though. Delicious food, great Irish music, parades, crazy green
clothes, and this year a chance for SU’s basketball team to take the last Big East
game. It doesn’t get much better than that. I may go out and buy those fake
fingernails and paint them green. That sounds just about perfect.
Tis better to buy a small bouquet
And give to your friend this very day,
Than a bushel of roses white and red
To lay on his coffin after he's dead.
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