It's Not Easy Being Green


It's an odd holiday. Is it a holiday? Not sure. It certainly doesn't have the Hallmark card feel to it. St. Patrick's Day is more of an e-card holiday.

It's a day associated with all things Irish...drinking to excess, eating to excess, dancing around like an idiot. Basically it is a national tailgate. The only problem is that the national color for the day is green. AND I REFUSE TO WEAR GREEN as you can see by the pictures.

This year, St. Patrick's Day fell on a Friday, begging the working masses to take a three-day weekend…and I don't need a lot of push when it comes to taking a day off. So I rounded up a skeleton crew (no doubt you will recognize some of the faces when you look at the pictures) and headed to my favorite Irish pub, Conor Oneill's, at 7am. Countless pints of Guiness, an unnecessary amount of Red Bull and vodka, several Irish car bombs, and something called an Irish orgasm all were force fed down my throat. We dined on Irish fare: Irish Breakfast, Irish Boxties, Sheppard's Pie, and no less than five orders of spinach and artichoke dip. We clapped along to the music of Digger, Michigan's finest Irish trio.

In the end, at 2am (yes 19 hours later) , there were equal feelings of fulfillment and embarrassment, but all in all the day was a success.

It was a great warm-up for the reunion next week. Can't wait to see everyone!!!!