Being slightly Irish (two great-grandmas) and a fan of beer, St. Patrick's Day has always been one of my favorite holidays. I've had a lot of fun St. Patrick's Days. Such as:
3/17/89 - Senior year of high school, three friends and I ditched school after second period, drove into New York City and watched the parade. Then we went into a bar where they ACTUALLY served us. We didn't get drunk because some of us had to be back at school for play rehearsal (yeah, I had priorities - cut chemistry? Sure. Cut rehearsal? Never.) . But still, we drank in a bar. That was quite the thrill.
3/17/91 - 3/17/93 - I don't remember much specifically - I was a college student in Boston.
3/17/99 - Inservice/report card day my first year teaching in Kansas City. Someone (mistakenly, it later turned out) told a friend and I that we could leave work as soon as our report cards were turned in. Having finished them the day before, we left at 1pm and headed straight down to the huge outdoor party that is Westport. Flirted my way into getting a lot of free green beers. But after starting so early, home by ten pm and no hangover the next day.
3/17/04 - After a lovely evening at the local Irish pub, Hubby proposes.
And now let's look at the past two years:
3/17/07: In the process of moving from KC to NJ, we spend a few days at my in-laws. Original plan is to leave the small people there and have one last Hurrah with our friends. But I develop the stomach flu, so wind up spending the evening in my in-laws' bathroom.
3/17/08: Actually forget that it is St.Patrick's Day until Hubby calls to report the traffic complications on his way back form NYC. No one in the family is even wearing green. Cannot even have beer with dinner. Decide to reminisce about former coolness on blog.
