Saturday, March 17, 2018
17/Secrets & Lies
Growing up in an Irish neighborhood, I will forever associate St. Patrick's Day with excessive drinking and all that goes with it. In New York City, especially anywhere in the vicinity of the St. Patrick's Day Parade, drunkenness was encouraged, sobriety disparaged. All the secret alcoholics came out of the closet and swarmed the Irish bars.
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In Alexandria, where I was a barfly at an Irish bar most weekends, I learned to avoid everyone on St. Patrick's Day. In truth, I would take a real Irish drunk, over the pretend-Irish drunk any day!
ReplyDeleteAh, so you, at least, understood my reference to bar shuffleboard!
ReplyDeleteYes, I remember all those people who said they were Irish on St. Patrick's Day. Only on St. Patrick's Day.
Even though I have Irish heritage (and an Irish name), it has never really been a big thing here, until the bars in the last decade or two cottoned on to the marketing aspect. We went out for a drink then dinner last night (St Patrick's Day) and there really wasn't much sign of the day.
ReplyDeleteI'm not much of a drinker. For me a proper celebration of St. Patrick's day will only include alone-time with Liam Neeson. Hasn't happened yet.
ReplyDeleteLOL Sabine, get in line. I'm older, so I was here first.
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