Practically a Patty?
St Patrick’s Day: the day we celebrate gold-hoarding miniature men and mutant clover plants. St Patty’s day is celebrated here in American by those of Irish and not-so-Irish descent, a great tribute to the melting pot that is our culture. Why all the bother when we aren’t living in Ireland and most of us aren’t even Irish? Who knows? But hey, it’s an excuse to turn things unnaturally green and annoy everyone by pinching them incessantly, so why not?
Jason decided that although he isn’t a tad bit Irish, and I am most likely not either, that we needed to do a little St Patrick’s Day celebrating. So he bought me various food items that had absolutely nothing Irish about them, but were in green packaging, which, as far as he was concerned, counted. One of these items was a six-pack of non-alcoholic malted beverage, or O’Doul’s. Yummy! Not only were the bottles green, there’s that “O” in the name, so he considered them doubly Irish. He also bought me Irish Springs soap…maybe I stink. The crowning achievement of his St. Patty’s day cleverness was buying me a Green Day CD. He still laughs periodically and tells me, “Green Day…get it?” to remind me of just how enormously funny he is.
So there you have it, you don’t have to be Irish to enjoy St. Patrick’s Day, but apparently having a silly husband helps.