Are you wearing green? If so, what?
Are you Irish? How much?
Doing anything else for St. Pat’s?
I realized I don’t own any green clothes. My kids are aghast! Well, my boxers are a lovely green paisley. Does that count?
I think I’m 1/8 Irish - my wife is about 1/4, so the kids are somewhere in between. Real mutts.
We’ll be cooking up a corned beef with cabbage and potatoes tonight. And I think there are a few brews of Irish heritage in our cellar that may have to be tapped.
This morning, the milk in our pitcher, and the water in our toilets were green, and some furniture was upended. A mischevious leprechaun must have visited overnight. *(Our teen and near teen kids think we are rather silly. If we assume the leprechaun peed green in the toilet, what happened to the milk?!) *
Oh yeah - the leprechaun brings candy and presents too. Any excuse for presents is good enough for me!
In Chicago they have a parade and dye the river green (well, greener than usual.) Tho they now do it on Saturdays, instead of the actual date. And Irish pubs do a bang-up business all day long. Does your city do anything?
My tribute to the day is to have organized a potluck lunch for my floor at work – green foods optional. (My contribution is deviled eggs, so, no, I left the food-coloring out of it.)
Other than that – nada. I am dressed normally and plan to consume my normal beverage (Diet Dr Pepper).
I’m wearing green today, mostly because green is my favorite color. I think I’m only about 10% Irish, if that, but I have red hair, so I get in trouble if I don’t wear green on St. Patty’s. Complete strangers will walk up to me and say “You must be Irish, why aren’t you wearing green?”
And my plans for tonight are to sit home and watch Survivor … only with green beer.
Half Irish here, and I never remember to try and wear green. I couldn’t do it when I was single and living alone; most of the time when I wore green, I found out that I was sporting–depending on the shade of green–brown or yellow.
Color-blindness and all.
I do still have, somewhere, however, a “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” pin I made waaay back in high school. I’m not sure I’d get the same type of responses if I wore it to work.
I’ll probably drink some wine tonight. It won’t be green and it won’t be beer, but it’ll be brimming with alcohol, so that’ll be my bastardized salute. Oh, and I plan on seeing if I can get my wife to kiss my Blarney stone.
I have no Irish ancestry, traced back 6 generations on either side of the family, so I officially don’t care. I’m not wearing green, and I dare anyone to pinch me.
However, there is a corned beef brisket simmering at home, not because of the day, but because I got a good price on it at the grocery…
I’m still in the clothes I slept in last night, but before I go out I’ll be changing into my green J-List Emergency Exit Sign t-shirt, probably with a white longsleever underneath and khakis. I can’t find my raglan two-tone green Old Navy sweater, sadly.
I’m somewhere between a quarter and half Irish. I’m from a group of Carrs, O’Neills and Murrays on my mom’s side, and a Mahoney on my dad’s side. (Also Fleshers, Bankses and MacDougalls. I’ve got my white-bread going on.)
I was planning to do a pubcrawl with a friend of mine who’s half Irish tonight, but thanks to something coming up with her, and the fact that three-foot snowdrifts + drunkenness = hypothermia, I think I’m likely to stay in and maybe have a few friends over. We’ll make up for it in the near future.
Green St Patricks Day t-shirt.
Shamrock tat on left leg.
ND cap with shamrock temporarily taking the place of the beloved Red Sox cap.
Half Irish, rest is mixed between Italian and Louisiana Cajun.
The night I met my wife, I asked if she had any Irish in her. She said no, she was Welsh. I then asked, with a great deal of charm, if she would like some Irish in her. The rest is history.
Possibly stopping by one of the numerous Scranton bars with an Irish name (Gannon’s, The Bog, McGrath’s, The Banshee, Finn McCool’s, Andy Gavin’s, McMullen’s, etc…) for a pint of Guinness and takeout corned beef and cabbage, then home to make some soda bread.
Scranton’s Parade is, IIRC, the 5th largest in the nation, after NYC, Boston, Chicago, and Savannah (!), although I cannot confirm the rank. Our parade was Saturday, and as I mentioned to Bruce_Daddy, it is the single largest day of the year for alcohol consumption. Bars generally remove bar stools and serve everything from plastic cups. Distributors are packed for days leading up to the parade. Cab companies love it, clean up crews generally don’t.
My daughter headed off to school today in an absolute cacophony of greens. I am amazed that she found that many different, clashing shades of green. Since I am Italian and my husband is Irish, we got her a T-Shirt that says “Gaelic & Garlic”.
Me, I’m in a forest green pullover and jeans, and I am wearing shamrock socks. I’m going to lunch today at an Irish pub where some musician friends are playing.
I think I’m only about 10% Irish, if that, but I have red hair, so I get in trouble if I don’t wear green on St. Patty’s. Complete strangers will walk up to me and say “You must be Irish, why aren’t you wearing green?”
