Everyone's Irish on St. Patrick's Day
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jackofallgeeksThere are two types of people in the world: the Irish and everyone who wishes they were.
So, I'm a quarter Irish, and proud of the fact. My mom is half Irish, and my grandmother and her whole family are full-blood Irish. Needless to say, there's always a nice big celebration on the 17th of March for my family; typically Uncle Bob and Aunt Marylou (Grandma's sister) have people over to their place for lots of food, family, and beer, which is what a good Irish celebration should be. St. Patrick's day was always fun at Uncle Bob's.
This is the second year that I won't be out there for it, and while it's not at the same level as missing, say, Christmas, it's still a little disappointing. Thankfully, though, this will be the last year, at least for some time I hope, that won't be there, and that thought's kind of encouraging. Unfortunately, that thought also reminds me of the staggering amount of work that needs to be done, by me, in the next six months. I'm not really concerned, I'm sure it'll all work out fine in the end and that, for the most part, everyone out here is trying to help me succeed (and I'm not doing too bad myself). But it's enough to frighten me a bit.
This evening a group of us are getting together at Ed's place, Steve is going to make more corn beef and cabbage, and we'll have some beers. It'll be alright. Hopefully Brian (if he shows up) doesn't get out of control like last year, and Marcin forgets about the work he needs to complete in the next three months long enough to enjoy himself.
Last night, before FNM, I went out with a few of the guys from the card shop (Rob, Bruce, and Childers) to the Crown and Anchor, my preferred bar. We had burgers and some beer, Rob and I did car-bombs (Oh how I've missed those), and we got souvenir glasses and t-shirts. Two-hundred and fifty years of Guinness.
Anyways, happy St. Patrick's day, everyone.
So, I'm a quarter Irish, and proud of the fact. My mom is half Irish, and my grandmother and her whole family are full-blood Irish. Needless to say, there's always a nice big celebration on the 17th of March for my family; typically Uncle Bob and Aunt Marylou (Grandma's sister) have people over to their place for lots of food, family, and beer, which is what a good Irish celebration should be. St. Patrick's day was always fun at Uncle Bob's.
This is the second year that I won't be out there for it, and while it's not at the same level as missing, say, Christmas, it's still a little disappointing. Thankfully, though, this will be the last year, at least for some time I hope, that won't be there, and that thought's kind of encouraging. Unfortunately, that thought also reminds me of the staggering amount of work that needs to be done, by me, in the next six months. I'm not really concerned, I'm sure it'll all work out fine in the end and that, for the most part, everyone out here is trying to help me succeed (and I'm not doing too bad myself). But it's enough to frighten me a bit.
This evening a group of us are getting together at Ed's place, Steve is going to make more corn beef and cabbage, and we'll have some beers. It'll be alright. Hopefully Brian (if he shows up) doesn't get out of control like last year, and Marcin forgets about the work he needs to complete in the next three months long enough to enjoy himself.
Last night, before FNM, I went out with a few of the guys from the card shop (Rob, Bruce, and Childers) to the Crown and Anchor, my preferred bar. We had burgers and some beer, Rob and I did car-bombs (Oh how I've missed those), and we got souvenir glasses and t-shirts. Two-hundred and fifty years of Guinness.
Anyways, happy St. Patrick's day, everyone.
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Date: 2007-03-20 02:46 pm (UTC)but boo to someone (coughaverteyes) being stupid and giving herself a really bad St. Patrick's day...overdoing it to the point that she thinks she might never allow herself a drink EVER again.
not kidding. it was bad.
so maybe you didn't miss out on anything!