I’ve got a green jumper on.
100% Irish living in Chicago now.
Gah I’d kill for some boiled bacon with a nice smear of Colmans mustard and some curry chips. My local still has the curry chips but they got rid of the boiled bacon 
I’m subjecting my cow orkers to The Pogues, Paul Brady, and Donal Lunny.
Hey! I got in the first snotty remark about the green undies, and you didn’t even acknowledge it. ::sulks::
Whaddya bitching about? No one seems too interested in MY undies, and I mentioned them in the friggin OP!
Partially Irish on my mother’s side of the family.
Wearing a green jacket, with white turtleneck, and a necklace that has a 4-leaf clover excased in glass (but, on closer examination, I see that it’s not really a natural 4-leaf clover, but two 2-leafed clover halves stuck together).
Thats it, I am taking them off.
later, when I go to bed
Yeah, well, green paisley boxers? There was a thread a few weeks back about someone with a website that claimed paisleys attracted demons to possess you (among other things). I didn’t want to get involved…
Itried to find a link to the site for my cite, but couldn’t
I have green eyes but I am not wearing green, well at least not where people can see it 
However, I am wearing my Guinness t-shirt my sister in law brought me from Ireland when she was there last October. It is the Guinness label, but in Celtic. The t-shirt is gray, but gray is the new green
Wearing green sweater…not Irish…have tried for three years running to win Guiness jacket being given away at local pub (order a pint, fill in a ballot). Hopefully will be more lucky this year!
Does anyone know where one could acquire a “How to Pour the Perfect Pint” Guiness poster that used to be up in pubs? I saw one in a pub a couple of years ago, wrote to Guinness and they said that particular poster was very old and they didn’t have any left.
I have tried to beg, borrow and steal one…no luck. Anyone have any Guiness contacts?
3/8 Irish here. I’m wearing green socks, green nail polish, and a button that says “Kiss my shamrocks.”
And green undies.
Wow! Now THAT would really put the suck back in succubus!
Half Irish (approximately). Green t-shirt. Corned beef is cooking away, I ought to whip up some soda bread, too. My folks are coming over for dinner.
Mostly I’ve been doing “educational” things with DangerGirl, age 3. She’s wearing green, we looked up Ireland on the globe and colored a flag, and she’s just finished coloring a picture of Piglet dancing with a shamrock and a neato printout where I typed in the words she wanted to write and they came out as traceable dotted words on a shamrocky page. Oh, and we looked up St. Patrick’s story, and looked at a book about the Book of Kells.
I’m bitter because we found a website with a bunch of really cool mini-books to print out, only you have to be a member of the site (pay lots of money). Fooey on them.
I’m wearing green, but only by accident. My nail polish is green, but I painted my nails on Sunday with no thought of St. Patrick’s Day coming up. I just like green nail polish.
I’m one-quarter Irish.
No special plans for St. Patrick’s Day today, but we’ll be watching the broadcast of the South Boston St. Patrick’s Day breakfast – a big political roast – on Sunday. We watch it every year; it’s good, stupid, corny fun, and some of the local politicians are surprisingly funny. (Or their speechwriters are, anyway!)
I imagine most of the St. Patrick’s Day festivities here in Boston will be taking place over the weekend; e.g., South Boston’s parade is on Sunday.
Sure, no one even makes jokes about her green underware
My grandmother was a Caldwell, which I believe is Irish. I put on a green rugby shirt and went to Miller’s Bar for lunch. They don’t stock any Irish drink, but the cook, Bridget, is Irish. I had written my Irish joke (see sig) on the chalkboard on Monday, and nobody got it.
With a name like Patrick Gerard Devlin you bet your ass I’m wearing green. Me muthers side were Harringtons so I’m about 80% orange-free.
Just about to head down to the local pub and give some poor suckers a pool seminar. But it’s a school night so’s I can’t be too outlandish…
1/8th Irish. Wearing a green tee shirt with a green sweater on top.
Not eating anything Irish. Unless you consider tangerines and beef stew and green tea to be Irish.
Hmmm. Green tea…
The title to this thread should be: **Happy St. Pat’s! Are you wearing vomit? **
I live in NYC. A block west of me are a FDNY firehouse and an NYPD precinct; around the corner to the east are about 5 Irish bars (plus countless generic ones). Every year on this day my 'hood becomes a green drunken moshpit of morons. I will be wearing galoshes to wade through the urine, upchuck, broken glass and shards of green polystyrene derby-hats on my way to the grocery store tomorrow morning. The only think worse is the Puerto Rican Day Parade aftermath; that’s when the whole city gets treated like a sewer.
I’m wearing a green shirt (I think, midly color blind), but it’s a ripped up comfy shirt and I’ll change it if I go out.
I’m Scotch Irish, which isn’t exactly Irish, and Irish, which is Irish (but not Irish like, say, Brendan Behan or Bono). I plan on drinking some Scotch and some Irish Whiskey. Then I’ll drink the gin. Try and make the toilet, and break my f*#!in’ shin!
I LOVE green!!
Its my favorite color of all and always has been.
Though i prefer a light celery green.
We went to the parade, but it was blizzarding, so no one could SEE my green clothes.
:mad:
Last year was 70…
Not Irish; Czech.
I have green pants, 2 tops, socks and undies.
My jacket,however is beige.
Didn’t eat anything irish, i hate corned beef and cabbage.
Its st. Paddy’s day not st. Patty’s day.