Right now I hate the idea of St. Patrick’s Day. We just got an order yesterday, for tomorrow, for 13 dozen large, iced shamrock cookies. On top of all the other orders for people who know to give a little more notice. I got 'em all baked, but I feel like icing them orange or something.
Wish I didn’t work tomorrow, I’d love to go to the parade downtown. Another reason to grumble.
But on the other hand I sent a hilarious card to some friends in Idaho, and am waiting for the response.
But it’s a fun holiday. It’s even better when it falls on a Sunday, and everyone wears green to church!
Ah, Saint Patrick’s day. In the absence of hair, I must use the green hairspray on my beard. Time to let the glorious drinking songs blare out of the speakers.
Also I’ve been saving a bottle of Jameson. And a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream. And a case of Guiness.
A: Me! I’ve been to an Irish music performances 4 out of the last 5 days, I’m heading out in a bit to see some friends play, I’ve got concerts lined up for tomorrow and Friday night and as for the weekend, well we’ll just see if I’m alive by then
FYI to ChiDopers, my short list of St. Patricks day music:
Frank Quinn and Mike Buckley at The Celtic Knot 626 Church st Evanston
Muck Bros. at the Curragh
Gan Bua at Martyrs’
Mucks will meet up with Gan Bua afterwards.
Ceili band at Chief O’Neills.
Tim O’Shea and Mike O’Connell at the Celtic Knot
Mike O’C is an unbelievable piper from Clare who will blow your mind.
One of the local TV stations here has a weather phone line service. You can call in and get the date, time, temperature, and a brief weather forecast.
So I called in a minute or two ago to find out what the weather was going to be like tonight and tomorrow. The weatherman finished up his little speech by saying, “And a happy St. Patty’s Day to those of you heading into tomorrow.”
I suppose those of us who aren’t heading into tomorrow have more important things to think about. Like our wills and funeral arrangements. Or making sure that our time machine doesn’t break down until we can return to the approximate time and place from which we’d come.
So, I just thought I’d pass on the weatherman’s sentiments. Have a happy St. Patty’s Day, those of you who are heading into tomorrow.
Well, we’ve been looking out the windows all day at the crowds enjoying themselves in the Irish pub across the road. Now it’s knock off time and some colleagues and I are going to stroll across and join them in honouring the great man. I’ll drink a toast for the birthdays of **Spree ** and Lou, as well as the name day of ronincyberpunk.
On Erin’s green valleys, on Erin’s green valleys,
On Erin’s green valleys look down in thy love