Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Every time I hear or say "Happy St. Patrick's Day!" I want to follow it with an "aaaaaaauughh!!" but then I realize that the "Aarrgh" expression isn't Irish, it's more of a pirate noise. And I don't think any pirates were Irish. Unless you punched an Irishman in the stomach, maybe he would make that noise.

Anyway, today is the one day of the year that I openly admit to myself and everyone else that my roots are actually a lovely shade of strawberry blonde and that my skin is actually pretty fair (as much as I want to fight it). Kiss me! I'm Irish.

 

No, please don't kiss me. You're creepy. You can have a high five like the other creepers outside today.

So really, what is it about this holiday that transforms everyone into a sloppy wierdo? There are thousands of people in the streets today, and probably 500 are on my roof right now pouring beer outside of my open window (thanks, assholes). Don't get me wrong, I love a good Guinness, or even a few beers in the sunshine - but seriously guys - what is going on out there?! I don't remember any of my Irish family acting like this in my childhood... except my grandfather really likes bagpipes. And corned beef.

All in all, it's a beautiful day outside. I skipped out of the bar tours today and decided to stroll out into the masses for some sunshine (another one of my poor choices) while talking to my sister on the phone and not really paying close attention to those around me. Maybe I've been in the city long enough to tune out losers and only hone in on threats and celebrities... but I think that this is a beautiful and helpful skill. However, today I was walking along and suddenly realized that everyone around me was wearing a kilt.

 

I think that this guy was standing next to me, but we were on 45th Street and not the beach (unfortunately).

"Where am I?" I thought. "Why is everyone in a kilt? And why are they all playing bagpipes? WHY DON'T I EVER PAY ATTENTION!"

I had wandered into the New York City St. Patrick's Day Parade. I think it was the banner that tipped me off. Either way, I made myself a nice little cameo. Oops.

On another note, I wandered into a lovely little home goods store today and got really engrossed in looking at a few really rad frames. A boy tried to convince me to buy a Nespresso machine, but I would only settle for a delicious free sample.

 

I really do not care if George Clooney endorses this. He is a gazillionaire and I am too broke for rip-offs. Isn't he in jail anyway, Mr. Salesperson?

But I'm broke and in serious need of a caffeine buzz, so I will pretend to nicely listen to your speech while I daintily sip my free espresso.

Ciao!