A St.
Patrick's Day Memory...
OK,
even though I write Italian most of the time, I do own a quarter of Irish blood
and I'm proud of it. What is it about St. Patty's day that has always intrigued
me?
The
complete focus and attention to having fun.
I
don't think there's another day out there that comes close. Most other holidays
incorporate some other element, whether it be presents, family gatherings, an
Easter bunny, or fireworks. St. Patrick's Day caters to the crowd who knows how
to party in the best possible format - the Irish way. Corned beef and cabbage.
Beer. Laughter. Friends. Fun. Bars. Irish whiskey. Sad and drunken Irish songs.
And more beer.
Does
it get any better than that?
Alas,
when I heard of this wonderful task to pen my fave memory on St. Patty's day,
not much came to mind. I've never been to the big parade like my husband, or
marched the streets of Manhattan in uniform, getting free drinks, meeting up
with old friends, singing at the piano. I think the craziest I've ever gotten
was the local parade where my son rode on the float, threw candy, and wore
green. And I had a damn fun time!
SO...I'm
stealing my husband's memory! One year he came home from work, donned his
uniform, and headed down into Manhattan to meet thirty of his closest friends.
He called me during his evening out while I watched my two boys, while I heard
roars of laughter in the background, music, the clinking of glasses, and the
lilt in my husband's voice. He was having a blast. He was in his element and
enjoying every second, and that was what I remember most about the holiday -
how much the day means to him, his friends, and his family.
Happy
St. Patty's day everyone!
Jen
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Awesome memories!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing with us :D
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