I live with an Irish guy. Two actually. But only one of them was here yesterday, March 17th, St. Patrick’s day.** Anyway, we decided to go out and celebrate by heading down to one of the pubs for a pint. I had a Guinness. It just seemed like the right thing to do when I was celebrating St. Patrick’s Day with an Irishman. And I learned that when one goes out for a drink on St. Patrick’s Day, it is known as “drowning your shamrock.” I’m learning such valuable and cool stuff over here.
**Interesting fact: Since March 17th fell during Holy Week, it actually isn’t St. Patrick’s Day, because in the church calendar, Holy Week takes precedence over all other church feast days. So when there is a conflict, Paddy (or whoever’s feast day it is) get’s the short end of the stick. Poor guy.