Last year, it was snowy and cold. After a flick, we celebrated with a couple we love. The hubbies declared their Irish-ness over pint after pint of Irish brew. This year, it is sunny and beautiful, though a bit nippy. I ran my errands on my bike today, weighing down my backpack enough to compress my chest, which kept making me giggle. I need to use my rack next time, though.
I went to a St. Patrick’s Day Tea at The Crown and Thistle this weekend with my parents and aunt. I was wearing a very green sweater and my red beard. A quiet lady who worked there put her hand on my shoulder as she was walking by our table and told me, “You look like one of our real Irishmen today.” I took that as a compliment. I wore several pieces of green yesterday to a family party. More today. I’m drinking Irish tea and listening to Celtic music and enjoying the sun. I am not much in the mood for drinking, though I think my heritage requires at least a pint or two of Guinness tonight, with the cabbage I am eating for dinner.
I delivered a head of cabbage to my parents’ house in Hampden on my bike rack today, wearing green. I’m like a leprechaun today, I swear.
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