March 17th. I have never in my life been excited for this holiday; that is, of course, neglecting Third Grade where the teacher brought shamrock jello jigglers--those were happy times. But outside of that one year when I was roughly 8 . . . oh, but there was that time freshman year where Jeremy, Jerome and I threw a surprise St. Patrick's day party for Angela and Michaela (this was revenge for Valentine's Day) . . .
Ok, disregarding those two events, I have never been excited for it. But this year I've found myself looked ever forward to the day, week, or eating Lucky Charms. Which is only part one of Clay's celebratory experiences. I'm going for Lucky Charms the entire week of, having Bailey's Irish Cream in my coffee, drinking some good, stout Guiness, wearing myself a green shirt (not sure which yet), possibly a party where everyone invited eats Lucky Charms.
I'm really pushing the cereal here. I love me some cereal.
Perhaps, I should look up the significance and purpose for St. Patrick's Day. Because I don't quite know where Leprechauns and Shamrocks came from . . or who Mr. Patrick is for that matter. Obviously, he was important enough to be canonized by the Roman Catholic Church.
Hmm. His relevance has been pressed beneath gallons and gallons of beer. Owell, sucks for him.
Luv,
Clay
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2 comments:
St Patrick drove the snakes from Ireland. I'm tempted to quote a song from a band you've no doubt not heard of but it might be lost. As for the rest, I have no idea.
You need to watch veggietales! Sumo of the Opera has a story about St. Patrick's day!
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