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!
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