Strange how things change
Once apon a time I would be wearing all green, planning big Guinness drinking, listening to Clannad and The Cheiftains, screaming 26+4=1 (or whatever the phrase was).
While I still appreciate all this, today I wear not one thing green, have no plans, shout nothing.
And I don’t really miss it. I don’t feel guilty my interests have moved, I don’t even feel guilty that I don’t feel guilty.
I’ll likely go out for a beer tonight and it will likely be Guinness, I still emotionally support re-unification, Jigs and Reels still make me bounce.
I still would love to go back to Ireland – not for any “magical” or “mystical” things or anything, but just because the culture and people are outstanding (not to mention the verdant environment).
I’m happy to see, however, how much today still means to many of my friends, and strangers besides. Happy StPD.
yes but did you pick “pensive” just because it was green? hhmmmm?
Heh, all my smileys are green now.
So verdant!
I have to say I like St. Pat’s if only for the overabundance of kilted men. Yes, one track record today. The husband still won’t wear one though.
Shouldn’t you be able to control your husband by now?
😀
Oddly, it doesn’t work with kilts. It’s starting to piss me off.
I say you should get a partial refund. 🙂
Yeah, you know, you’re right!